“A short story is the ultimate close-up magic trick – a couple of thousand words to take you around the universe or break your heart.” —Neil Gaiman
Whenever I finish a novel, I feel like I’ve just exited another world, some far-off planet, as if I’m stealing my way out of Alice’s rabbit hole and heaving myself onto dry land. I’ve spent hours, days, weeks with these characters; we part ways as old friends.
I exit a good short story feeling like someone’s just punched me in the gut. I’m hunched, doubled-over; the story lingers in my thoughts for days. I still remember the goosebumps on my arms after finishing “The Lady, or the Tiger?” or seeing Madeline’s face, hearing her fingers claw at the tomb’s door for weeks after…