“I would have written a shorter letter, but I did not have the time.” — Blaise Pascal
Where do you fall on the brevity/verbosity spectrum?
“Better late than never.”
“I would have written a shorter letter, but I did not have the time.” — Blaise Pascal
Where do you fall on the brevity/verbosity spectrum?
“Better late than never.”
Blogging 101 Challenge : publish a post for your dream reader, and include a new-to-you element in it (Post 2 of 3 in this series).
My Dearest Coop,
I visited our favorite place this weekend. The weather is turning cooler, the fall leaves are beginning to fall, and the boat glided silently through the morning dew. The surface of the water rippled with reflection and stillness.
I tried to remember the good times. The joy our trips here brought you. But everywhere I turn, I see or find something of yours tucked away and I feel the aching hole left by your absence.
I was not prepared. It happened too fast. I should have said, “No, Not now.” I betrayed you in the worst way, and I am externally sorry.
(To Be Continued)
Writing 101 @ Daily Post : Prompt
Be Brief
You discover a letter on a path that affects you deeply. Today, write about this encounter. And your twist? Be as succinct as possible.
I sat and stared at the words in my hand. How did I not know this? Why did mom not tell us? I rummaged through the rest of the chest looking for more evidence, nothing. My legs gave way onto the hard floor.
I glanced at my sister going through the boxes across the attic. Mom was gone, no one else had to know.It would destroy Kara and raise more questions than answers. She’d hate me if I didn’t tell her. Wouldn’t she? I always wondered about her features. Mom said they came from Aunt Hattie.
Damn you mom.