Mr. Stone put his drink down. Someone had knocked on the door. “Yes?” It was a girl, about nine years old. “I like your house,” she said. “May I come in?” Mr. Stone nodded. She came in. He closed the door, went back to his study. The girl followed...
Poignant and simply told. The Hemingway-like economy is suited to the child and believable in the context. I feel the close might gain in strength were the brother/flowers/too much happiness deleted from this otherwise well-written piece. Thank you.
Thank you, it's like reading 5 stories at once 😊
Wow. So powerful, Victor!
WOW
Wondering thoughts lost
One connects to another
Winter’s frosting melts
Poignant and simply told. The Hemingway-like economy is suited to the child and believable in the context. I feel the close might gain in strength were the brother/flowers/too much happiness deleted from this otherwise well-written piece. Thank you.