Every Sunday morning is like a lockdown. The city streets are deserted. I encounter only characters from my stories.
Two men and a woman with phone numbers on their chests walk around lost. They no longer know who they are or where to go. A retired writer searches desperately for the pages of a lost story. When he looks up, he finds First Person Singular, the new collection of short stories by Har...
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