“You read what I write?” He had said he didn’t care.
“Occasionally.”
“Then you should know that it was filled with hope for quite sometime.” She let the world know how she felt because with him those feelings were all on her. It took courage. “These are seeds for new stories.”
Did he snort or choke? Haha. Serves him right.
The word challenges were private, though published. All exercises in committing to word what the heart cannot bear, what the heart hopes. Life is messy, love prevails. She would hone the art of concisely conveying that paradox.
(Originally published 2021/05/16 at 11:45 am)
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