“The unread story is not a story; it is little black marks on wood pulp. The reader, reading it, makes it live: a live thing, a story.”
~ Ursula K. Le Guin
By M.P. Witwer
“He would never forget those hands.” Frowning, Karen crossed out the sentence — too ambiguous.
She shifted nervously in the waiting room chair, trying to concentrate on her creative writing assignment to “craft a complete, unequivocal story using six words.”
“Screw you and your impossible assignment.” Probably wouldn’t fly.
Eventually, just one line remained:
“Relief came, then tears: ‘It’s benign.’”
Perfect. With a wan smile, she nodded in faint satisfaction.
Upon hearing her name called, however, Karen’s anxiety returned. She stowed her notebook, rose unsteadily and followed the nurse — clutching a fervent hope that life was about to imitate art.
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© 2013 by M.P. Witwer • All rights reserved
“I have never known any distress that an hour’s reading did not relieve.”
~ Charles de Montesquieu