In December 2012, Linda Brewer, an administrator at a skin cancer lab in Tucson, resolved to write a short story every month in 2013. She now hopes to have them published.
Here is the opening of my final story for 2013. It is getting there, but needs a real going-over. I look forward to a lot of rewriting in the new year.
Thanks for all your support. I hope your new year is full of rewarding experiences.
It hadn't been that great a party, but Kenny had done what he could with it. Now all he had to do was figure out where he was and get himself home. He was lying on his back, still in his scrubs and jacket. There was some kind of tarp on top of him which had no insulating properties whatsoever. He could see the nighttime sky, a quarter moon backed up by a million stars.
He remembered telling someone he was thinking of applying to medical school and that person --- his supervisor's wife? --- saying she thought he already had, that he had told her about it at a previous lab party. "I don't think it was last year. Maybe the year before?"
Jereen something, with electric Christmas earrings twinkling in her ears, one of the sales reps. Not his supervisor's wife, thank God.