Fiction Fix: The Boy Who Cried Wolves by M. David Hornbuckle

The Fiction Fix is your weekly dose of short story. If that’s not your drug of choice, too bad: consider it medicine. Every week, we’ll scour the literary magazines you don’t have time to read, online and in print, and let you know where to find one story worth reading.

Oh my god, you guys, it’s National Short Story Month! [crickets] Yeah, for some reason this month gets a bit less love than National Poetry Month. Fortunately, this tragically neglected medium has us to bring you fun and excitement in the form of short fiction each week. Today we point to Fogged Clarity, a nascent online-only mag that is updated once a month [full disclosure: the Clarity was kind enough to publish the work of one of your fine Flavorpill writers a few months back. But you know we wouldn’t be pimping this story, written by a person we don’t know, if we didn’t love it.]

Read on after the jump.

So first of all, if your name is M. David Hornbuckle, or something else that sounds like you might be a fictional character, you’re pretty much required to be a writer. So good start, M. David! His piece in the May issue of Fogged Clarity is called The Boy Who Cried Wolves:

“The wolves were microscopic, dogpaddling in his superior and inferior canals and exiting through the lacrimal ducts like the ramp at the end of a waterslide. Those that survived being wiped from his reddening cheeks began to grow, forming tiny packs in the plush carpet. It was a difficult life for the wolves, but still many persevered. When they grew large enough to be visible to the human eye, they stayed hidden in the back of the pantry behind a long-forgotten box of falafel mix. They fed on a box of dried beef bouillon for protein.”

Now is the part when you click through and read the rest.