I read this awesome short story in the New Yorker today, and I was going to link it here. But then I thought about how all the short stories I put up on the blog are from the New Yorker fiction section, so I thought I might put up another fun short story I read somewhere else. I actually really like this story, its a funny, quirky tale about a guy dating a girl who doesn't have an arm. Here's the first paragraph:
It wasn’t until my second date with Lenore that I discovered one of her arms was missing. Our first meeting had been a blind date, arranged by my brother’s wife, who had neglected to mention this arm situation. I suppose I’m not a particularly observant person. This is something I’ve been told on a number of occasions. Lenore wore a very well-made prosthesis, though, and I believe it was an understandable oversight on my part.
http://www.viceland.com/int/v16n12/htdocs/lost-limbs-251.php
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