The Intruder, a short-short story laced with magical realism, was first published in the Dead Mule School of Southern Literature. I hadn’t thought about the story for some time, yet when I walked through the house this morning, my knees aching, a memory of the old woman and her rusty joints kicked in.
If you don’t keep good records of your publications, you can lose track of material. And I don’t always keep accurate records. It took me some time to find which magazine had published my tale. To read it, click on the link: The Intruder.