Wince
by Barry Basden
Lately he's been wanting to write about love, its joys and desperation, emotions real enough to make readers wince.
At dinner he tries explaining that to his wife. She leans forward. “I prefer my honesty one on one. You write because it's safer.” Her eyes begin to glisten.
“Yes,” he says carefully. “It's safer.”
Better the second time.*
Yes, full of pregnancy. *
Like nitro.
*, Barry. Wince is write. You got "Wince" right. A fine piece.
Hi Barry! This is so concise and pointed and sharp. Reminds me of Lydia Davis. Great work.
Thanks, everyone, for letting me know how it affected you. Such high praise.
Ouch. Aptly titled. *
Thanks, Charlotte. Keepin it real...
Perfect.
Thanks, James. Means a lot.
A remarkable piece, Barry. I like it.
Thanks, Sam. Kind words.
Cheers for safety! *
you do so much with so few words,*
Safety, Beate. Yes. Thanks.
Thanks, Gary, so much. I keep trying to move closer and closer to the essential point. I have no idea what might happen should I reach it. Perhaps I disappear.
Yup. *
Thanks, Steven.
Some solid power in this one, Barry. really good.
Thanks, Shel.
Straight and strong. *
Thanks, John. Shortest distance...
Safe as dynamite. Nice!*
Thanks, Tina. Yeah, it could all end in a pink mist...
Barry, I downloaded the book when you said to get it, and read a lot of it on vacay last week. Terrific writing my pal! *
Thanks, Robert, for your kind words.
"Her eyes begin to glisten."
Proof that one short sentence can change everything. (In a micro, I guess that's fairly obvious. Still.)
Thanks. Yes. Epiphany.