Good morning from the towers of The Word. Just a few days more to enter our contest, using as a prompt You Didn’t Write That. Donna Kuhn has stopped by for a visit to get some of our clean ocean air and to mail a letter down by the beach. Written in Sandscrit, no doubt. …
Good morning from the towers of The Word.
Just a few days more to enter our contest, using as a prompt You Didn’t Write That. Donna Kuhn has stopped by for a visit to get some of our clean ocean air and to mail a letter down by the beach. Written in Sandscrit, no doubt. Wish you folks could join me for coffee here. Hey, while I have you here, check out Theresa Ann’s ongoing play Let’s Make a Scene. Leave a comment in the box, either for her or addressed to her characters. (Ted is such scum, regardless of what Ashley thinks) And by all means leave comments and press the “Like” buttons on Donna’s story and others that you read.
gotta go! Someone cut Catalina Island adrift and it is headed towards the beach just four blocks from here. In the meantime here is Donna’s contribution to our contest. Thank you my dear!
End of Summer Romance
by Donna Kuhn
The night air wafting into my room smelled like the interior of a beer bottle. When the summer breeze blew just right, all the sickening aromas of the breweries, the yeast factory, the slaughterhouses, and the tanneries came together into a pungent, putrid, panorama of odors that assaulted the senses and turned the stomach. I wanted to close the window, but the thought of spending the night suffocating in a hot, airless room on sweat-soaked sheets was even less appealing than inhaling that horrible smell. I lay there, sweltering, listening to the crickets chirping, until I fell asleep.
When I awoke in the morning, I thought about last night and the letter I had scribbled to my boyfriend who had just dumped me. I padded into the kitchen to re-read my impassioned letter. I wasn’t asking him to take me back; I just wanted him to know how I felt about him and our relationship. I thought miserably, “You didn’t write that, did you?” Ah, but I did, and after a few revisions I actually mailed it. I never received a response, nor did I expect one, but getting those thoughts out of my head helped me move on.