And here's my attempt:
"Which will dry first, your cement or my tears?" She asked.
The man had no answer to give.
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And here's the seventh, the picture:
My response:
For hours and hours it had always been over the next hill. Until now.
They had arrived.
P.S. This is this blog's two-hundredth post.
16 comments:
I think the tears will be the last to dry .
Sweet sad story Dave. I loved it!
Oh, a sad, sweet story indeed! I love it, Dave! Congratulations on your # 200!! Have a great week!
Sylvia
Very sad. I'm sure it wasn't the bricklayer's idea to do this to her.
Kay, Alberta
Both were good, the first one very poignant, Congratulations on your Two Hundredth Post.
Too sad. . . perhaps if she cries directly onto the cement, it will slow the process and she can escape.
Aww, this is so sad. Nice MM.
So much emotion packed into two short sentences. Well done indeed.
Dave..its so poignant. Your Microfiction Monday is something I look forward to. You pack so many emotions in few sentences.
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Good one. Very sorrowful! :O(
Your story is very sad, Dave. I can only hope that the lady dried her tears and used the shovel to break through the mortar before it hardened!
Have a great week. Cheers!
So sad. This was written very well.
Happy 200! Excellent microfiction!
very poignant dave
I really enjoyed your piece for Microfiction Monday...
Thank you to everyone who read these.
Congratulations on your 200th! Great job with the microfiction.
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