While checking my links on my blog page, I realized that the links to both my short stories were broken. Both sites had shut down, and neither story was visible. I searched. And cried. And whined on Twitter. I didn’t know if I could resubmit the stories to different journals, as I couldn’t claim that they’d never been published and most journals like new material only, but I also couldn’t prove that the stories had ever been published.
Earlier this week, during a bout of I should give up writing angst, I cried again, this time on my husband’s shoulder.
He’s an engineer. He likes to fix things. (Those two facts are connected.) He told me to try the “wayback machine.” I’d never heard of it, but it’s a site that stores internet archives, even for sites that have shut down.
Yesterday, after many frustrating search attempts, I was able to locate both short stories and two non-fiction guest posts that had been lost. I thought I’d share the first story, “Coffee.” It was originally published in 2010, and I hope my fiction writing has improved in the past seven years. Still, I love my little story. I hope you enjoy it, too.
P.S.: If the link to the wayback machine doesn’t work, please let me know!
Nicole shook me awake. I rolled over, smelled coffee, and through the dim haze of waking, I heard her say, “Eli’s dead.” I looked at my roommate’s tears and the words sank down into me until I felt dead, too.
Dark two-lane road. A car accident. Another car crossed the double line. Two separate objects cannot occupy the same space at the same time. A law of physics translated into reality: Miata versus SUV? The Miata lost.
After this, I drank more coffee than I served at Starbucks. (Click here to read more.)