First published in 2016 by Litro Magazine #TuesdayTales. Set in London, grieving Joe floats through the streets and bars in Soho. Somewhere between a bad dream and reality, he confronts the loss of his soul mate in the only way he knows how.
My mother used to say that from the moment I learned to walk, I was walking the other way. This statement did not just end up applying to my life, but also my writing. I am a Puerto Rican Bronx native exiled to the wilds of Cornwall by fate and circumstance. Having lived in New York, London, Berlin and Prague, my husband and I moved to West Cornwall where we live in a barn with our adventurous cats and lots of stars.
I am heavily influenced by urban landscapes and the interconnected lives of people in an increasingly globalised world. I love to explore the small moments that bring humanity to impersonal surroundings. In addition to fiction, I enjoy writing articles about the writer experience and engaging with memory and mediums like Film and Music.
My work has appeared in Litro Magazine #TuesdayTales, The Review Review and Jonathan.
The description might have been the problem, leading me to expect something a little deeper and more melancholy than what's on the page. It also made me think of the film "Urbania" which similarly portrayed a man grieving a lost love while stalking the streets of a urban center, but to much greater effect. The actual story is slight, shallow, and both overly florid and under written. We never get much of a feel for the main character or for the man he lost nor is there much incident beyond some casual drug use, a brief interaction with an acquaintance and a hastily alluded too sexual encounter. It doesn't really work as a story or as an advertisement for the author's other works.
Quick and easy read. Feels like an introduction to a novel as it leaves you wondering, how does he come to terms in full? Is this one night enough, or barely enough? X