And I was beginning to think that they’d forgotten about me.
Vestal Review has joined the ranks of my rejectors, kicking back my piece of flash fiction noir “Opium & Keats”. Unfortunately, they didn’t provide me with any feedback on my writing, simply stating that “We receive many well-written, compelling, stories, but can only take a very limited number due to constraints of space and style.”
I, of course, take this as “You suck; never write to us again.”
Which is fine by me because now my Submittable page is symetrically pathetic:
Think of all the red ink they’re saving.