
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Monday, July 19, 2010
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Friday Flash 55: Priorities

"The boss says he'll come in a separate car. He says for you to go on ahead," said Willi.
Tom dropped his fork, "That is out of the question."
Willi's eyes flickered like the Ristorante de Pucinella sign outside, "It's just business."
Tom passed Carol the keys and whispered, "Leave the gun. Take the cannoli."
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Flash Fiction Friday,
Godfather
I Write Like
Mario Puzo, apparently.
The site analyzes your writing based on word choice and style.
It's fun. As for accurate, I really don't know. Puzo wrote The Godfather, which I've neither seen nor read.
Maybe tomorrow's 55 will be mob-themed.
The site analyzes your writing based on word choice and style.
It's fun. As for accurate, I really don't know. Puzo wrote The Godfather, which I've neither seen nor read.
Maybe tomorrow's 55 will be mob-themed.
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Perspective
I met a woman at the bank today. Her left leg was missing from the knee down, her left hand was immobile, and her head was permanently tilted at an angle that seemed like a recipe for constant neck pain. She was interested in everyone around her, learning their names and comparing accents.
Before she left, she told me a bit of her story. She was nearly 50 and had an automobile accident when she was 17 and she had some advice for me. I didn't hear a bit of self-pity in her words, just a desire that I would benefit from her experience.
She said, "You can clap with both hands, drive a car, and hug someone's neck with both arms. Don't take a bit of that for granted."
Before she left, she told me a bit of her story. She was nearly 50 and had an automobile accident when she was 17 and she had some advice for me. I didn't hear a bit of self-pity in her words, just a desire that I would benefit from her experience.
She said, "You can clap with both hands, drive a car, and hug someone's neck with both arms. Don't take a bit of that for granted."
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