575 words on the Pie Story, which, you will be relieved to hear, is not actually going to be titled in Esperanto.
Apparently I default to a particular setting for my short stories–this is the fourth or fifth piece I’ve set in the same locale. It does mean something to me, that place. I saw an eclipse there. It’s discomforting to know that all my dark days are so unforgotten. I never think of them, but I write of them often.
