The Story Behind the Story: “Repeatable Sequence #3”

The story behind this one? I wish I knew. Anymore I just try to find a solid beginning and follow the breadcrumbs. Of course, lately there’s been a lot about the police in the news. And, at my day job (psychotherapy), I’ve worked with enough police families to know something about that lifestyle. As for the setting, I’m a longtime Saturday morning yoga nerd at the YMCA. A place of sanctuary. And, okay, about a year ago, I witnessed three cops in uniform show up and handcuff an old guy on the basketball court outside the yoga class. It felt like worlds colliding, and I sensed: there’s a beginning here.

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About Ian Woollen

Ian Woollen lives, works, plays in Bloomington, Indiana. Not far from the YMCA. His short fiction has surfaced at The Massachusetts Review, Bartleby Snopes, The Smokelong Quarterly, and The Mid-American Review. A new novel, MUIR WOODS or BUST, will be out next year from Coffeetown Press.