We do love the Raymond Carver, and it is more than a thrill seeing Len Kuntz, one of our favorite contemporary writers of flash fiction, riff so beautifully on Carver at SmokeLong Quarterly. So please do enjoy it too. And please enjoy some excerpt as well.
"He was already dead when I found him. There was no one to call. My stomach filled with acid, my head spun. So I sat down, right there in the bookstore row, and read—This Is What We Talk About When We Talk About Love—until my eyes bled.
I was spellbound.
This was before flash fiction even had a name.
Others had known him before me, and I found this disappointing. Couldn’t someone have introduced us? How is any fair writer supposed to make their way without Ray?"