I come from a broken home. My parents split up when I was nine. Everyone gave me a good wallop. But I come from a time when you just put up with that, you got on with things rather than sitting moaning about them.
The basis of almost every argument or conclusion I can make is the axiom that the short story can be anything the author decides it shall be;. . . In that infinite flexibility, indeed lies the reason why the short story has never been adequately defined.