This is a fictional story; brought about by my wondering what you would do if you had no where to come home to even though Canada was home. It’s been brewing in my head since March. She’s changed her name and her job a few times since my original idea but the conflict she faced stayed the same. But she was always tall just because I could make her so!
It is my third attempt at fiction (two very short stories in the last couple of years). I struggle with thought and conversation (on paper not in real life) and while I think the character and the circumstances seem real enough I don’t know if her “conflict” qualifies as conflict. I would truly appreciate honest feedback from my wonderful readers.
POST 1 HOME
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Thanks to blogger friend Allan over @ photoblography3.and a new reader Marie @ hopsskipsandjumps for this #10day10photo challenge.
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I spent an hour or so down a rabbit hole. I was so certain that I could find exactly what I was after. Alas I gave up and then later discovered an example of today’s topic.
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The impact of one sentence, spoken to me in 1977, is profound. The implications of those words lead to a single decision that can be traced into so many aspects of my life today.
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If you’d told me two weeks ago that I was capable of this “feat” I’m not sure I would have agreed. But now I can tell you that
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The road often travelled loses its allure after a few
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The words, thoughtfully crafted decades ago, sit forgotten on shelf. It might have been prudent to have
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Sometimes things work out perfectly and sometimes they don’t. We had both spectrums of that today but I’m going to
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It was all laid out perfectly and all details synced except, in the end, for The Shoe.
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