My story "Fortune" is up at ChiZine now.
It's a companion piece to "The Angel of Fremont Street". It's also possibly the most deeply personal thing I've written, save for Cicatrix, and it mines much of the same territory.
"Fortune" was pulled out of me over two days that I spent typing with one hand and with the other pressed over my mouth because that's what I subconsciously do when things are too much. I've read it aloud twice. On the circus-family train trip from Chicago, in the middle of the night in the dining car; at StrowlerCon, by circus-family request. Both times people cried. So. I would find it an honor if you read it, but leave yourself space for self-care.
If you're going to hear my survivor speech tomorrow, you can consider parts of this a preview.
If you think you know what the longest night of my life was, and you haven't read this story, I can almost guarantee you you're wrong.