I don’t know why.
February 13, 2009 at 7:36 pm | Posted in writing | 19 CommentsTags: writing
I wanted to write a short story. It began with a young woman languid in the aftermath of making love, smelling like roses of earth and thyme. And it ended with her mother handing their first grandchild to the old man and his tears of joy.
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Comment by harmonie22— February 13, 2009 #
And then, after that, I smiled.
Comment by The Querulous Squirrel— February 13, 2009 #
It would appear that you just did… true, it’s not a long story, but all the elements are there. Face it, sometimes a real storyteller doesn’t need embellishment.
Comment by Bob— February 13, 2009 #
More please :-).
Comment by cocoyea— February 14, 2009 #
Wow! Isn’t that one para a short short story in itself!? Avoiding the conventional cliches and finding its own succinct wavelength of telling things in your fluidity which leaves the strong vigour within beautiful simplicity!
Comment by Sumedh Prasad— February 14, 2009 #
that pretty much says it all
Comment by tipota— February 14, 2009 #
it’s nice to see words reflecting life in a simple way filled with emotion and yet no words are spoken… only the voice of the author…
Comment by pieceofpie— February 14, 2009 #
I do believe that was probably the best story I’ve ever read.
Comment by Elizavetta— February 14, 2009 #
If only I had an ‘old man’…this might be my own story in a couple of weeks.
Write it – if it’s in you. I love “happy endings”…
Comment by Grace— February 14, 2009 #
It’s like you wake up, decide what idea or concept you can turn on its head today, and write. Love the idea, love the execution, and now I’m inspired.
Comment by poeticgrin— February 14, 2009 #
Brother Paul, you can sure pinch a leaf!
Comment by Wayne— February 14, 2009 #
well, that one was over my head!
Comment by harmonie22— February 14, 2009 #
you don’t need me to tell you this, paul, but yer good – real good.
Comment by jason— February 15, 2009 #
Brilliant, Paul. This piece is dripping with sensation.
Comment by Brad— February 15, 2009 #
And that’s what life’s all about….
Comment by Selma— February 15, 2009 #
roses of earth and thyme…languid in the aftermath of reading your words…
Comment by hayat— February 15, 2009 #
Thyme is a healer, uncle x
Comment by beeskiffle— February 16, 2009 #
Now I would much rather read the story of the mother handing over the baby then the one of the woman smelling like earth and thyme.
Maybe I am just showing my age but having great sex and making great love, while an awesome thing, is not such a limited experience as what I imagine the other story to consist of.
Love Renee
Comment by Renee Khan— February 17, 2009 #
This idea, I love. How have you been Mr Squires?
Comment by Tina— February 25, 2009 #