Like most fiction writers, some of my favorite pieces have never found a market. So I figure, if I can't sell a story, why not share it for free?
To get things started, here's "Dog Run Afternoon," a sort of "High Noon" in Manhattan, if Gary Cooper were a monogamous gay art historian instead of a frontier law man. I wrote at a writers workshop with Orson Scott Card in February-March 2001. It is, in a sense, the first short story from my adult life.
Other than a nice rejection note from an editor at Zoetrope: All Story, this piece has garnered not a sniff from roughly half-a-dozen pubs, some of them fairly far down the food chain. But I still like it.