His apologies felt as if they would be heard by few, but he penned them all the same. A sorry for being present but inattentive, the gaps in his existence, the fruitlessness of a month or more. His attention and efforts had been elsewhere. When not stapled to his teaching desk, words had been written in other books, in other times. He thought that rather than be alone with his thoughts, it had been best to share them. Some of them had even paid to hear what he had to say. Despite the successes, soon enough things would be back to the way they were.
Leaving the lens of fiction aside for just a moment, I would like to thank everyone who has read my little fictions so far. This year is far from the year of cancellations and online learning as the last was, and as such, my time for writing has been lessened. What little I have had has been channeled into a few other avenues rather than this blog, and it would mean a lot to me if you checked them out. Chalk Snow is not dead nor forgotten, but it has proven difficult to find time to fully create, edit, and post a microfiction every day among the other demands of work and family. I hope to get back to more regular writings here soon, but in the meantime, please enjoy my work that has appeared elsewhere:
“Back Payments” at Every Day Fiction