Biting the Hand that Feeds You?

Let’s say you are in a restaurant with, before you on your table, the food you have bought. There is the tacit assumption that the food is yours and that you are allowed to sit there and eat it in peace, yet most restaurants are mills now and the staff is constantly interrupting your conversation and asking you how everything is and so it is hard to relax, but you try to slow yourself down and you try to eat deliberately and now you have taken some time and there is still food on your plate and you are conversing in earnest and out of your peripheral vision, without a word, comes a hand reaching for your plate and the impulse to stab that hand with your fork is very, very strong.

Joe Smolen

Joe C. Smolen, AKA L.W. Smolen is an Oregon Coast writer of insufficiently exaggerated notoriety. Never having been arrested, he lives with his wife Sherrie and the ghost of their black, Standard Poodle Rico Suave in a really pretty good, Prairie Style house they built themselves. Since the Literary Magazine Fleas on the Dog of Kitchener, Ontario has permanently stopped accepting submissions, in order to read L.W. Smolen’s 2021 short fiction, A Real Guy, you are referred to joecsmolen.com. Some of L.W’s other, subsequent short fictions are archived at Olive Tree Review, Ginosko, Cardinal Sins Journal, Wrath Bearing Tree, Wilderness House and etc. Kirkus reviews once interpreted his work favorably.

https://joecsmolen.com
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