“Linda’s a bit of a legend among the zoo workers” he whispered, as she moved through the primate house, flirting with the male staff with a brazenness that would have made Jane Goodall blush.
When I turned 34, I decided to write a series of short stories. The only catch? Each story had to be 34 words. 34 years, 34 words. No more, no less. These are the fruits.