Thursday, July 9, 2009



Todays short story post is an anomaly of sorts, in that I'm actually opening comments about it here. The reason being is that I'm looking for an answer to a question that's been bugging me about it ever since I wrote it.

Does it feel "finished" to you, or does it feel like I ended it too soon?

To me, I can never come to the same conclusion twice in a row about it. I read it once, and it seems finished. I read it again, and it seems that it should go on for another page or two.

Please give it a read and let me know what you think about it.

Note: there is one blatant swear word in the story, which you will see here in sentence number 3. My apologies if that type of language offends you.
Brianna was sitting in the park, drinking a latte and having a casual conversation with her best friend Dale, when her cell phone went off. Excusing herself, she answered it and was floored by the text she'd received.

It said, "Bri, you weren't that good of a fuck, Dale is much better. Jim."

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