Her Side of the Road

In my pedestrian opinion, published literary work has very little diversity of point of view. You should think of working at a gas station as an opportunity to give your readers a setting and daily problems that they simply won't get in another setting. I once saw a young guy working at a gas station. He was alone and he was running his legs off pumping gas and answering the phone etc. I was in a physical position to spot right across the street a girl using a pay phone to push that kid's button. She'd let it ring until he got to it, then hung up. She was obviously in love with him. She just somehow didn't dare tell him. Gas stations. Your thumb is somehow on some sort of societal pulse.

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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