Tuesday, May 03, 2005

In Place

Time elapsed, or maybe it didn’t, but something eventually occurred to him. He resolved to find the answer that had eluded him. If no one could provide the solution, he would seek it out himself. He would scour the world in pursuit of what was wrong with those people. Something had happened that he would set right, and he would show the world its fault. He filled his lungs with a new air and lifted his foot, allowing it to linger, reveling in its power. No one may care where it lands, but he finally saw the beauty in his own step’s possibility.

2 Comments:

Blogger fred burgess! said...

This is the end of a story that I wrote years ago.

A good teacher of mine told me that it has potential and a good voice, but it needs to be more subtle.

I don't disagree.

6:08 PM  
Blogger carlBOMB said...

i think that teachers of creative writing are very careful to discourage blatant writing, perhaps too careful.

its like encouraging all young musicians to only play minor chords.

7:51 PM  

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