by Ray Nessly
Sixty years it took me to catch up with you. You, six thousand nine hundred and ninety-eight miles southwest, riding the inexorable downhill march of glacial ice. Me, surfing the San Andreas Fault, closing the distance, three point eight inches per day.
Who knew it takes so much to link two drifting hearts?
That there would be math?
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First of two ultra-short pieces that appear in Issue 7 of the Irish literary magazine, The Penny Dreadful, which I happen to subscribe to. Great magazine!
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Sweetly, explosively hilarious. And it's good to see your byline back on FN!
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Great one, Ray!
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Endearing. Original. I love this.
Thank you Mathew! I love your interpretation of this piece.
And thank you too, Jerry, Bill, Dianne. Your support is greatly appreciated!
Geology is wonderful
Gary, You might even say, Geology rocks! (ha).
A working title for this, btw, was 'Continental Drift'.
*, Ray. Really nice work.
This is artful writing. *
Thanks so much, David, Gita.
Strong little piece, Ray. The opening sentence makes the whole function as a fragment - the front story ripped away. The reader knowing without knowing. *
Thank you very much, Sam! I fiddled with this one for a long time.
*Your fiddling with it results in dynamite.
Clever and skillful. Fun! *
Thank you, Nonnie & thank you too Charlotte!