New story up over there, “These Amber Waves of Grain”. Good company. I wrote it the same sitting almost with that “‘Tis the Season,” in Passages North. And with one I always forget to try to get published, about an archery accident / nipplebotomy (or, not -botomy, yeah, but I don’t know the right-sounding suffix for ‘amputation,’ though I suspect it’s ‘excision’-related, and it’s not only about that, but about a dog too, and a son, of course. A father. But aren’t they all).
