Sunday, July 3, 2011


By Sean Robinson

The interview concluded, the Faerie Prince put a Ben Franklin on the cracked linoleum to pay for the meal we hadn’t touched. Then he left that rotting Diner at the end of the world, stopping only to look back once. His eyes said it all. I put down a twenty to pay too—just in case.

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Sean Robinson holds a bachelor's degree in English. During the day he works with at-risk teens, at night he tries to write the next great American novel. His writing has appeared in Centripetal and Canolli Pie


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