This story was published in The Ranfurly Review a few years ago. I have previously posted a link to the online issue, but it seems the magazine has gone to the great magazine graveyard, where it will be remembered by the editor, contributors and perhaps a few readers. This makes me sad.
I don’t remember how I had the idea, but there are three things I do remember about writing it:
- It took me ages to find an anarchy symbol to pasted into the document.
- The original version finished with the narrator getting home and going to bed. I had him think back over what had happened so the story would end with the joke it had been building up to. This feels a bit ungainly, but was the only way I could make it work.
- I submitted it to another magazine, before The Ranfurly Review. It was rejected, but the editor sent me an email saying if it had been just her decision, she would have included it.
Anyway, here’s the story: To The Jubilee