Short Fiction: Memory
A while ago, I saw Love and Information at the Minetta Lane Theater, which presents a "kaleidoscope" of subplots which weave themselves through short vignettes in cool and crazy ways. I found myself trying to predict which way the scenes would go, and I decided to write a piece inspired by one of the scenes -- if you've seen the show, you'll probably know the scene I have in mind. Check the play out if you're in NYC; here's an NYT review.
I'm in Ireland for a few days right now, catching up on projects I didn't have time to get to during midterms. One of these projects was the following story. It's a first draft and not edited (and therefore not very good) but my intention was to capture the essence of the scene and also point the story in the direction in the way I predicted in the theater. As I said above, it's inspired by a scene in Love and Information, and any any similarities to people, living or dead... you know the deal.
