CONCUSSIONS (or, Who Wants To Read a Short Story? Please?)

Anyone wanna read a short story...?

"Ten minutes to midnight on New Years Eve and I’m on my back staring up at the Union Station clock tower. It lurches over me at an obtuse angle, luminescent clock faces on all four sides and blue glowing letters pitch GO BY TRAIN. My head is a blunt throbbing pulp resting on my backpack in the bed of a pickup truck, and I watch my breath hang in the air.

"An elusive murmur, a fleeting wisp here then gone, tells me I’ve done this all before. Bad dreams, blackouts, déjà vu—I’m in their hunting grounds; but, I do remember some girl is inside Union Station buying me a train ticket to somewhere else.

"Begs the question, though: How’d I get back here at this?"

Concussions is about a young man named Jonas who repeatedly seeks out head trauma following an automobile accident on a past New Years Eve. Takes place in Portland OR, and Staunton VA in flashbacks.

Been a while since I wrote a story unattached to other projects I'm doing. I had fun writing it, at least as far as this incarnation of the story goes. Tried some new things, some ideas brought about from reading Ken Kesey and Junot Diaz recently. And I also think working with Drax and his prolific use of capitalization has weeded its way into my brain (a good thing dude!).

Read Concussions. Let me know what you think.