My short story, “Night Jogger,” has just appeared in the excellent online magazine Danse Macabre . You can read it here . A couple of conflicting truisms rebound throughout fiction writing: write what you know and don’t write what actually happened. All fiction is autobiographical—how can it not be? The only question is how deeply to layer the metaphor. I wrote “Night Jogger” because I used to jog in the dark. The unevenness of the sidewalk in the diminished light led to more than just one spill on the hard concrete. In fact, this happened to me again just last month. I’m not as young as I used to be. While out in the dark, in jogging togs, you are terribly vulnerable. Your trusted senses fool you. Those people loitering on the street corner are in reality trees at a distance. That person sitting on the porch is really a round house address plaque above a lawn chair. Reality is no longer real. The truth of never wearing out, however, is essential to th
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