Summer of L. Moore

Three excerpts from her short stories below:

Two descriptions of reading these stories:

  1. Like you’re walking downtown, and a human you don’t know is humming a song you know, a song you know well, in fact a song of your childhood, a song maybe you thought was only yours, and you lean in to hear more, and as you do so the human pokes you in eye.
  2. That compromise you made, somewhere in your life, the one you thought well, this is the best I can do right now, or I’ll give I have to live with this, or (ugh) it is what is? She was there, taking notes, so that someday you’ll read one of her short stories, put it down, and you get to feel bad all over again.

Could not recommend these stories more.

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