I wrote a story, Bourgeois about a Senators wife who has an affair as her marriage reveals itself stagnant. It was both an interracial trope about class movement and perhaps a thriller with her husband missing and her lover to blame. Somehow it ended up with her on a therapist couch. I'm not sure what it's about, what it wants to be about. Maybe I was too young to play out the nuances fifteen years ago or I was uninformed about the racial and class stuff she was experiencing or I shied away from the sex.
But it's all typed up 33 pages from 100 handwritten and I still have no idea what it is.
I'm going to look at it again, take an advanced tinkering to it but it may've started too ill formed. I have maybe a handful of stories that stall out like this. It happens.
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