Short Story: I Blame Neil Gaiman

It was probably 6pm when my father dragged Amanda Palmer off the fence and dunked her face in the pool. Almost everyone had been drinking. And now Ms. Palmer had a face full of water. I’d once given her a pretty unkind review way back,  but this seemed excessive even to me. I had to fight hard to take my father’s hands away from the back of her head. Th…