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Special Publication

Hello everyone!

I'm extremely excited to announce that one of my short stories has been published in the online journal Whimperbang. This story, "He's Somewhere in San Francisco," was inspired by some members of my own family and was one of the stories I worked on for my master's thesis.

Here's a quick summary: Henry was having a great day. He was poised to finally beat his big brother in a race in the heart of 1930s San Francisco. Until he wasn't. Until he was back in Illinois, in a nursing home, struggling to remember, struggling to escape the memories.

Please check it out, along with work from the other amazing writers published in the issue, at the link below. Thanks to the editors of Whimperbang for including me!

Click here to read Whimperbang.

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