"Excerpt from Win Winter's Notebook" by Tracy Winn

Stumbled across this story at the Harvard Review Online. Love-love it so much that I've got to hunt down other stories by Tracy Winn.

This is my kind of story for a thousand reasons. The tone and misery. The struggle. The trying. The failing. The clarity in the mind of the author and the confusion in the mind of the character. The language. The rhythm. The tragic. The imagery. The honesty. The soft and sad conclusion. And this line (as well as so many others):

"Weather report said “mix of sun and clouds” —what else could there be up there?"

http://harvardreview.fas.harvard.edu/?q=features/fiction/excerpt-win-winters%E2%80%99-notebook  

Tracy Winn