Then, But Not Now
by David James
The one-legged crow was back in the yard again today, as it was yesterday and may have been before, but yesterday was the first time I noticed it among the murder while using the binoculars that I often use to bring things closer, things like these iridescent and beautiful black birds which are truly striking when contrasted with the green grass and, you know, seeing them now I realize they are the same creatures of my youth and I am shamed by my youthful crow hunting, trying to kill them.
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Another single sentence story try.
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Nice temporal play.*
Yes. So much said in this one quiet, sad, reflective sentence. *
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This brings the guilt bubbling up in me, as well, David. *
Amanda, Kathy, Tara and Mathew, thanks for taking time to read my piece.
"I noticed it among the murder while using the binoculars that I often use to bring things closer, things like these iridescent and beautiful black birds..." !!! A good crow story always wins me over.*
* the only way to cure the sins of our youth is to live long enough and well enough to set things right.
A tender and sorrowful epiphany.
I love a good long sentence and this is a great one. *
Love the opening image. Good piece, David.
sharp as a knife.*
Striking details in a contemplative story. ***
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I always enjoy your one sentence pieces, David. Might send this one to Full of Crow or Blink Ink? It's so raw and I like the confessional tone, too. *