“The TV was still loud, but it was nothing more than background noise since I’d grown accustomed to its noisy clack-clacking indelibly competing with my parents’ riotous profusion of human exhaust.”

That’s the last sentence of my short story “Domestic Partners.” It’s one of 27 stories in my collection A String of Beads. I’m in the process of shopping the collection around, seeing if I can drum up any interest in it. That last sentence of “Domestic Partners” t...