A couple of months ago, I read in Sarah Einstein’s blog, Hilltrash, that her story, “The Way Things Go,” was published in the literary magazine, Whitefish Review. I ordered a copy for two reasons: (1) I wanted to read Sarah’s story; and (2) enlightened self-interest to scope out a possible new venue for my own stories.
The day it arrived at our post office box, I uncharacteristically took time to continue down the road and stop for coffee, sitting outdoors to enjoy it and the story. Sarah describes it as “a road-trip narrative about travelling with my father through the Deep South to pick up a VW Thing that he bought himself for his sixtieth birthday.”
It’s funny, poignant, richly detailed and entertaining.
It radiates love for her Dad, and that’s the part that stirred me, in that way a really good story does.
More, please, Sarah.