Recently, independent publisher of European novellas Peirene Press ran a 900 word short story competition.
Not only was I over 2 weeks late in realising, (and this was after I’d already written the following piece on a train journey to Sheffield) I also wasn’t aware that there was a specific brief to which I subsequently did not adhere!
Yes, I’m terrible with deadlines and guidelines.
But I thought I’d share it anyhow.
900 words (to tell you that I love you)
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