Yeah, okay, I said I was done with My Princeton Summer two weeks ago. I remember.
This episode doesn’t “technically” count, though. This snippet wasn’t written for, about, in, or around the writing group in which I wrote the other snippets I’ve shared from my summer at Princeton. In fact, I think I wrote it before I knew the group existed. This was just an elaborate Facebook post made in a sugar-induced delirium following a particularly frustrating squabble over pancakes.
Greetings! Welcome to the final installment of the My Princeton Summer series. Like all good things, my summer research at Princeton did ultimately come to an end, as did my fling with their local writing group. On the last day of my attendance with them, I penned a short story starter that, in a few brief paragraphs, packed in lobsters, kidnapping, and a fabled magical capybara.