The internet is a wonderful thing. Sometimes.
I was reading this story, which I didn’t quite get. It was patchy in places and the brevity wasn’t only a thing of beauty, in my eyes. The end was unsatisfying, because I couldn’t tell what happened.
It was just a story, so who cares? But it wouldn’t leave me, so after squinting at it a little longer, I worked out that if the penultimate word had a u exchanged for an o, it would make much more sense. So maybe it was a typo?
Rather than going the long way via the publisher I emailed the author (whom I don’t know at all), because you can, when you find them online, and amazingly I had an almost instant reply.
Yippee? Not really. The shortcoming was all mine. ‘No one else failed to get that.’ Not a typo. With the brief explanation provided I do see what is supposed to happen. I may be dense and a bit of an idiot – compared with everyone else – but I found that particular ending rather wet.
It’s a good thing we all have different tastes.