March’s story is “By the Oaks.” Because it’s allergy season here, and after spending a weekend sniffling and sneezing as the wind blew spring pollen across the desert, I knew what this was the story I had to post.
(I wrote this one some years ago–it’s one of my earlier stories, though it took a few years to sell–and so it’s also one of those stories that I look at and think, I’d write it differently now. Which, I suppose, is the danger of looking back at old stories in general.)