Dave Morrison’s Comments
I keep finding myself back at that time—age seventeen, eighteen—when everything is mysterious and loaded with dark possibility, when you alternate between being a rocket on the pad and a cannonball in quicksand. Unfinished business?
These stories are part of a novel-in-progress called Camaro, a series of connected shorts. The desired effect will be like dealing out Polaroids on a bar—a series of snapshots that tell a story using not only what you see, but what you don’t.
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