THE STORY OF A STORY

June 27, 2009

A story lay prone on the couch. A damp cloth was draped across its forehead. Sitting in a nearby chair was the story’s psychiatrist, notebook open and pen poised. The psychiatrist, by the way, was a box of rolled oats. “What would you like to work on today?” “Oh, I don’t know. I don’t care. […]

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