I’ve gone a bit full immersion with Stinging Fly lately. I treated myself to a subscription the other day so I’m trying to absorb some of the power of the great talents they publish just by reading and reading and reading. I loved ‘Sons at My Feet’ because of its unusual format — it’s told via the medium of Whatsapp messages. I’m also a sucker for a story about alcohol use and abuse within families, and the storytelling ramble of the protagonist is captured perfectly by late night stream of consciousness Whatsapps. Very memorable, and I love the way the structure and storytelling give us the same sense of panic as the narrator recounts a frightening event.
First published and available to read in The Stinging Fly, Issue 40, Volume 2: Summer 2019