My story, The Ballad of the Thin Man, is now up over at Absent Willow Review. It’s probably my best writing that’s published so far and it’s one of my favorites. There’s one line in there that hits me so hard and perfectly every time i read it, which is cool because, well, i wrote it. Feels good to impress yourself.
This story all began after i watched Hunger, which is a fantastic film about the last weeks of Bobby Sands’ life. He was an IRA member who died of a hunger strike in prison. I’d go on about it, but you should look him up yourself. Anyway, the images of his emaciated body struck me and kind of turned into this little horror story.
A trailer for the film.