“The whole town smelled like chives and onion with a dash of mustard. Maciek sampled the popular dish. Chips, thin as a shoelace, mayo on the side. Clams in large pot with white wine brine. Strange, though, this hankering for deer musk.”

My microfiction, “Deer Musk,” is now up at Literary Garage.

It’s kind of feral.

You can read it over here