I escaped his slithering hands and bolted into the night. Johnny’s malty breath followed me before giving up with a cuss; he was always skittish about the marshes.
Crouching among the reeds, a frog startled me. I clasped him in my fingers, took a breath, and kissed him.
Nothing happened.
Nicholas Katsanis lives in Chicago and writes magical realism and absurdist fiction. He is currently editing his debut novel. Follow him on Twitter at @NicholasKatsan1.
Nicholas, I loved that story. Great writing. Thanks, and keep writing.
Thank you so much! As we wrestle the words, and the demons in the ear, a little inspiration from our peers goes a long way.
Loved it.
Surprise! Lol