For my third Writer-in-Residence post at Necessary Fiction, I’m very happy to share with you some of Kristen Stone’s fiction. A taster:
This is a song of praise and of mourning. I am writing this because I love the suburbs. This is the beautiful swell of music when she comes in the morning to take you to school (she is about to leave, and soon you will have your drivers’ license). The foggy morning, in her green car, and she slides onto the highway and you lean back and close your eyes, unafraid of dying. And then you are at school, and she puts her arm around your shoulder. At the end of the day, the shadows grow long on the black asphalt and in the spaces between the few remaining vehicles.