Karen Lillis gives us a noir amped with supersaturated language, a brittle ‘come here go away’, the long slow roller coaster of ambition and unevenly paired romance, and it’s delicious.
The language in this short fiction ~ detail accumulates, crisp quick specific images leave trails like the glittering light popping off sparklers. The narrator’s hyper sensual awareness prompted by everyday city life. Slick and brightly colored, crisp crunchy words from the mouth of a heart’s detective who sorts out exactly how it didn’t work.
Firewater and Pixie Dust at Trip City literary salon.