There was a bench all covered with snow. In the woods deep inside a park. This bench sits wondering when will the people be back and sit and have conversations again while sitting on me. I so do love the sound of voices of all kinds. When will the voices return for me.
(I hope he won't mind by Mr. Paul Stewart gave me this idea of writing 53-word stories from an article he wrote.)
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Mark Graham
I am a person who really likes to read and write and to share what I learned with all my education. My page will mainly be book reviews and critiques of old and new books that I have read and will read. There will also be other bits, too.
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In the Shed
Would you live here even if it is a shed? Who could and would have lived here? This is a little old brown shed that could have been the home of a writer artist who really liked their solitude to perfect their craft. If it was possible to be a perfect writer. One that could have been a poet but wanted to write fiction or maybe become an artist of some kind to go along with their writing.
By Mark Graham9 months ago in Fiction
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I find wooden bench in wilderness poignant, as if inviting to sit.
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Awe so lovely Mark ♦️♦️♦️♦️
That is interesting...a 53 word story. i feel how lonely the bench is. The stories it could tell. The Drabble is 100 words, another one I discovered here.