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Irish by birth, Newfoundlandler by avocation - I live here 80% of the time. The other 20% is spent where the wind blows me. I think random thoughts on an even more random universe. Elevated, exhilarated and exalted by the fact I am living in this day and age. I've come all the way from hand-cranked calculators in an endless room of clerical drones to a flat monitored multi-gigabyted home office where the work comes to me. How absolutely cool is that???
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For sale. Baby shoes. Never worn.
Shopping List: Whiskey. Plastic Bag. String.
Labels: Hemingway, short story
posted by Wisewebwoman @ 9:44 AM
7 Comments:
I'll do my best!
Might be the weekend.
Oooooooooooooooh boy. i've seen this tag. I've avoided it. I am too wordy!
But WWW, I will accept your challenge. stay tuned.
As a journalist, I have always prided myself on my ability to write to length. We'll see if I can pass the ultimate test.
Thank you WWW - I think!
It'll probably be in Saturday's post - if I can get my head around it.
Oh - your story and Hemingway's are both sad. Maybe there's something about this that brings on the melancholy - the one I have in mind is a bit sad too. :=(
mine ain't sad. i was thinking of:
SPEAKS THROUGH THE KEYBOARD, NON-STOP.
but i get one more word....
still thinking.
CAN'T SHUT HER UP wont' work either....
Super
xxx
Pants
D'oh, it's not easy to do this as it initially sounds like it should. I will have to do some thinking.
Gx
Club soda. Left untended. Romance ended?
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