When I posted Spelunked I said it might grow into a series if the characters had room. They did. The last of it is up now — seven parts, start to finish. It's done.
I kept these as one-shots on purpose, not chapters — each one a complete moment that stands on its own. There's more on why in the End Note on the final part; I won't rerun it here.
The bucket-list thing I do — pick a direction I've never gone and make myself go there — this time it wasn't the subject, it was the voice. A narrator who won't tell you how to feel. Who doesn't fully understand what's happening to her, and leaves the important things unsaid so you have to sit in the gap. Restraint as the whole method, all the way to an ending that doesn't resolve. It's the hardest register I've tried, and I'm genuinely not sure I landed all of it.
That's the part I'd actually like to hear about — not whether you liked the people (you're not supposed to), but whether the writing worked. What landed, what fell flat.
I'm dropping the final parts together on purpose. The arc is built to close as one thing; read it that way, not a week apart.
If you want the real talk — what this series is about and why it ends where it does — it's in the End Note on the last part. I'd rather say it there, in context, than here.
On to the next one. Tags still do what tags are supposed to do.