GENTLEMEN CALLERS - Corinne Hoex
Every night, when she goes to sleep, a young woman dreams of erotic encounters with the various men she meets or sees during the day - maybe the mailman, maybe the museum guard, the baker, the tailor. maybe even the priest, and so on. Each unique, imagined encounter is specific to the specialized talents of the man visiting. No one is named, not even the dreaming woman. The anonymity of the dreams would appear to be part of the excitement. That's it. There's no gigantic story arc or plot. This is more thematic flash fiction, almost poetry, than short stories. And it works. Of course I really like surrealist fiction and this fits the label, though I suspect this might be hard to categorize beyond that. Poetry? Yes ... but no. Flash fiction? Yes ... but no. Erotica? Yes ... but no. Although the dreams are of erotic encounters, the writing is suggestive rather than obvious. The more direct sexual references might be The Aviator ("His cockpit convulses. His fuselage rattles. ...