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2000 Words

I have written a short story. I have several seeds for small stories in my head at any given time, but I read about a short story contest and decided to actually flesh out one of those seeds. The 2000-word limit was restrictive at first, but it became a fine-tuning tool instead of a burden.

The prize for the winner is, and I quote, "honour and glory." The host included the U in honour because this is an international contest. The deadline for entering is December 31st, so I'll have no idea if my story has won me some honour and glory until after the new year. It was a good exercise even if I only win the personal satisfaction of having written.

You can read the story here.

Comments

Cheltenhamdailyphoto said…
That was a great break to the day Robyn thanks. I'm now thinking what would i put in it? (won't say more than that, don't want to spoil story for others).
9:05 AM
dive said…
That is so cool, Robyn.
Like Lynn, I won't put in any spoilers except to say that I loved the "bottles" and as in your previous writing you conjure a wonderfully evocative "small town America", complete with acutely observed characters.
I loved it.
Thank you.
9:17 AM
Maria said…
That was so lovely! What a nice rhythm it had, very easy to follow and the sentences were smoothly drawn. I liked the banter. It was almost effortless to follow and that is very hard to pull off.

Good luck!
1:11 PM
Mrs. G. said…
What a wonderful story...and I'm not just being nice. You hit some true notes. I love the description of how the guy drinks coffee. I know that exact swish and swallow. Thanks for sharing. I hope you win.
1:15 PM
Miz Minka said…
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1:36 PM
Miz Minka said…
A slice of small town America beautifully depicted. Lovely!
1:43 PM
Gina said…
Oooh, I'll have to go and read when I have a bit more time! How exciting!
5:45 PM
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