Fiction: "Something Fell Off" by J. David Stevens
Published in Mid-American Review
Sometimes, while traversing the Internets-super-highway, I find something in my bookmarks folder that I'd completely forgotten about ... which is a bummer because sometimes it's a fiction contest that's already expired. Or, worse, it's a publisher that's no longer taking submissions. Then I remember the odds of winning a contest or getting published are about a million to one and I feel a lot better about it all. But regardless, I thought I'd throw a shout-out to Swank Books, because they're a really great independent publisher.
I also found a bit of fiction worth sharing. It's called "Something Fell Off," by J. David Sevens. Here's a taste:
"Why is it prudent?" I continued. "Look, if we go back, we will have to find the thing wherever it's bounced to, among all the other things that have fallen off. And assuming we can even find it—recognize it as our own—we would have to analyze it, and we're not equipped to analyze such things. Indeed, we are ill--equipped to analyze things that fall off, which is why we have people to analyze them, but our people are not here, which means we would have to find other people. And don't get me started on how to evaluate their credentials."
Â Â Â Â Â Blaise gave me a look. "But isn't it worth knowing? What about peace of mind?"
Â Â Â Â Â There were always obstacles, but at least we were on our way. "It's true," I conceded, "that people must know something to make the world go. But there are consequences. If, for example, we knew about everything that had fallen off—if we had to worry about every Tom, Dick, and widget Š well, we would be mired in our own knowledge. We would never go anywhere."