At James' funeral, Edward recalled the Brooklyn night in James' Chevy. Seventies teenagers. “I was gonna come on to you tonight.” That nonevent persuaded him. Visiting his mother after moving perforce to Greenwich Village, Edward spied an overweight James in transit, then saw him thin again at his wife's funeral when Kelly succumbed to ARC.
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Previously unpublished 55-word story of the road not taken.
Note: Fictionaut counts 58 words, but MS Word counts 55 exactly.
Thanks for writing this, Michael. Only you would choose to tackle such a difficult topic within the constraints of 55 (my count as well) words. I'd love to see this piece unfettered. Also, thanks for introducing me to the concept. And I thought writing in six sentences was difficult!
Hey, Michael. Maybe it's too early in the morning, but what's ARC?
Very tightly wound Michael. Nicely done.
Yes, tightly wound, convoluted, intricately involved with life and death. Enjoyed reading, and re-reading.
Thanks for writing this, Michael. Only you would choose to tackle such a difficult topic within the constraints of 55 (my count as well) words. I'd love to see this piece unfettered. Also, thanks for introducing me to the concept. And I thought writing in six sentences was difficult!
Bravo! Michael. Brevity increases intensity and the open invitation for a reread is a tribute to your skill.