Last year I concocted a short-short story about a man strolling into a nearby woods by the light of a full moon, and beginning to feel uneasy amidst forest sounds.
I began sending it off – and collecting rejection slips. Finally, I read it to the poets and writers group that gathers at Seabury. They all agreed that my two early paragraphs describing the forest were cumbersome and unnecessary , and must discourage further reading. I excised those paragraphs, did a bit more tweaking, and began sending it off again.
Within days, email brought an acceptance slip — of the old version!
The editor agreed that the new version was better – and it’s out now, in Macrame Literary Magazine.
To read it, go ==>>here,  and scroll down to fiction.