Neil Serven

The times they were in his apartment she seemed distracted, as though there were things she wanted to rearrange. She couldn’t believe he didn’t keep any fresh basil on hand.

It was beginning to feel like an audition. The conversation kept slipping away. And he began to sense that he was repeating his jokes and she wasn’t telling him.

I’m very pleased to have a new story, “In the Whore’s Style,” featured as an Editor’s Choice today at Ayris, the literary journal of the New Hampshire Institute of Art. To be included in the 2013 print issue as well. Many thanks to editor Jenn Monroe.