Fiction by David Atkinson
Published in Grey Sparrow, among others
There's nothing I love better than shamelessly promoting my former classmates from the University of Nebraska-Omaha's graduate writing program. One of the coolest things about getting your MFA is establishing life-long connections with the friends you make and now, with the advent of this strange device called a "computer," combined with these tubes that make up the "Internet," following their accomplishments is easier than ever.
But I digress. Atkinson's had a couple publications recently, and I'll list them below. First, here's a snippet from "The Virgin Mary Tree," published in Grey Sparrow Press:
"Where's she going?" Nicky scratches his head.
"I don't know," I mumble.
Something's wrong, though. She's running. It isn't for fun. People don't have fun running around with ropes wrapped around their necks. She's running fast, too, like she's trying to get away from something. But, no one's chasing her.
I can't figure out why she took off. Nicky and me hadn't said anything. Maybe it was something with the cookie. Maybe she got mad that the rope swing wasn't going to work out. She would have gone home if she'd been mad, though. Instead she's running off into the graveyard toward the Virgin Mary statue she talked about. Something's real wrong. I know it. My stomach feels sick.
Atkinson's collection of short stories for his MFA project had a childhood theme, and he more or less perfected his style, which is no easy feat if you've ever tried writing anything from a child's perspective. Atkinson's also got something coming up in Chamber Four and also has something up in Writers From Scars. Also, keep an eye on Split Quarterly and Cannoli Pie ...
Whew! Did I miss anything? For now, that's about it.