I've had the privlege to trade flash fiction work with ATTM author Sal Buttaci over the course of a few months (until I couldn't keep up with Sal anymore; a man who writes a piece of short fiction each week!). Here's the rundown on his book, including my review:
Here's an Excerpt:
Years of hard drinking had driven him to seed. He slept under cardboard on the coldest New York City nights, and his days were taken up begging for spare change.
One morning a passerby stopped to look at him. He turned his unshaven, toothless face away. But the woman continued staring. “Is your name Thomas?” she asked. He shook his head. “Thomas Cole?” she persisted. Again he gestured no. He could see the tears wetting the woman’s face. She could not see his.
Leaning against the streetlight, he watched his daughter lose herself in the rush hour of pedestrian traffic.
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