When Sara met Jake Campbell, he was robbing her bank. A moment's flirtation drew the two of them together, but neither acted on that spark until they ran into one another at a sun-soaked beach retreat. Neither of them could know that an afternoon together would set their worlds spinning in different orbits.
Bobby Mathews attended Troy University, where he majored in journalism and minored in theater and English. His checkered past includes stints as a reporter and editor for daily newspapers, where he won awards for his writing, editing and leadership. No, he has no idea what the contest judges were smoking, either.
He's also been a bartender, paralegal, and bum, occupations—or sidelines—that creep into his stories and novels.
"I write weird stories about monumentally fucked-up people," he says. "That's what interests me. I hope it interests other readers, too."
Mathews lives in Tuscaloosa, Alabama, with his wife and sons.
It’s been a while since I’ve read a standalone short story. One that’s not part of a collection or anthology. I don’t know why, because I used to love them.
This one’s well written and has an interesting, unique set-up. The middle is a bit far-fetched. You might even think it’s a sexist, or at least presumptuous of women... of course, if the author had been a woman, I probably wouldn’t feel that way.
The ending is great and makes perfect sense. Everything falls into place when you read that great twist that all good short stories have. The thing is, with that middle, I’m not sure many people would read all the way to the end. But you will, won’t you, now that you’ve read my review?