Got a new (flash fiction) short story for you, called “Ephemeralia,” which Black Heart Magazine deemed fit for publication. Stick around and read some other tales of literary rebellion while you’re there. [Note: the site is assuredly not porn, though it may get filtered as NSFW.]
I used to get ethereal and ephemeral mixed up. Both are transitory descriptions: things that don’t last. The title came first, meant to be a play on memorabilia (or maybe paraphernalia), which conjured an image of a public figure selling off bits of his life in the classifieds. But nothing tangible, nothing buyers could resell or even prove, only experiences. That same day, I happened to find myself buried hours-deep in a web site called Bill Murray Stories, wherein fans submit tales of bizarre encounters with the actor. Combine an assholic actor with the quote below, motivate him with terminal illness, and one’s legacy becomes invaluable.
“For what is a man profit, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul?
Or what shall a man give in exchange for his own soul?” ~Matthew 16:25
