I would not send a first story anywhere. I would give myself time to write a number of stories.
Jhumpa LahiriOn a sticky August evening two weeks before her due date, Ashima Ganguli stands in the kitchen of a Central Square apartment, combining Rice Krispies and Planters peanuts and chopped red onion in bowl.
Jhumpa LahiriShe has given birth to vagabonds. She is the keeper of all these names and numbers now, numbers she once knew by heart, numbers and addresses her children no longer remember.
Jhumpa Lahiri