In my first year at SFAI way back when I had a creative writing class with a great teacher whose name I’ll insert once I find it. He would read short stories, have the class discuss them and would impart wisdom, passion and humor and remains one of my most memorable teachers. The awkwardness of forgetting his name but remembering his voice…
One of these stories was Shirley Jackson's: The Lottery and one of the points was how the author actually tells you the story’s ending in the second paragraph but you don’t actually realize it until the ending… And perhaps that you can only read it once with the innocence of not knowing that end…




