You’re in love; it’s great, you swipe on your phone and order: the next day a Taylor Swift clone shows up at your house. It’s not awkward, it’s everything you want.
—- Hugh Behm-Steinberg, Taylor Swift
Are you social distancing? Are you quarantined? What would be better than going online and ordering your own Taylor Swift?
A crackerjack piece of flash fiction. Click on the link and read it… it’s short and I know you have the time. That’s all we have right now is time. Ordinarily, I am not a big fan of writing in the second person… but in this case, it works. What do you think?
Read it here:
Taylor Swift, by Hugh Behm-Steinberg
From Electric Literature
Thank you very much, for this.