"Different Flesh" by Claude Lalumière : An Appreciation by Anna Tambour

A poem of a story but more, a story-teller's story. I mean that to the last syllable, understated detail and nuance of personality. Only the best stories, I think, marry sound with meaning, and this one does. And only gems like "Different Flesh" have more facets than the story as read, without flashing into your eyes.

Who else would have published "Different Flesh," which doesn't taste a bit like chicken?

Link to story.