I don’t know if I’ll be a fan of Diane Williams’ stories in ten years’ time or whether, by then, I’ll consider them arch. For now though, and since I first encountered them, I find that their painstakingly spontaneous contortions – not to mention their plentiful exclamation marks! – mean they read like no other short fiction.
First published in Fine, Fine, Fine, Fine, Fine, CB Editions, 2016. Read it online here
A Personal Anthology 