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I feel like I am having an affair with Sherman Alexie. I meet him in my early morning hours after he has arrived and waited for me to open the door to my email box and invite him inside. He tells me stories nobody else can tell and shines a light nobody else carries. I don't tell anyone else about it, because I don't want to listen to anyone else's ideas about what his stories mean. I just want it to be his voice and my heart, alone, like we are having an affair. Then I want to imagine him leaving and going to the cafe and ordering eggs and sopping them up.
I love this story! It could have gone in so many different directions. But it goes in the direction of two souls divided by so much yet connected by grace…the grace of a great story in the hands of a great writer. Thank you! Made my day!
Beautiful and insightful. Do you think that you will take your short pieces of fiction and eventually translate them into longer pieces? Not that this is better, just wondering if any give you an idea for a longer piece.
A large percentage of my shorter pieces have become longer stories. It's always a strong possibility. I've also turned poems into fiction. And non-fiction pieces into fiction.
The first one I had came from a cross-country trip I made by truck with a friend moving from Staten Island to Oakland, CA. Got it at a truck stop near Carlsbad,AZ.
We made our only stop for fun on the whole trip at a Navajo trading post that had a big billboard along the interstate. I got a poncho made by Navajo weavers in traditional rug patterns. The fabric was a thread made with wool and cotton blended. This was in 1999. I still wear the poncho. And I still get compliments about it from total strangers on the street. It’s cozy and warm and I love it.
Nice
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That was touching.
I really liked this.
I feel like I am having an affair with Sherman Alexie. I meet him in my early morning hours after he has arrived and waited for me to open the door to my email box and invite him inside. He tells me stories nobody else can tell and shines a light nobody else carries. I don't tell anyone else about it, because I don't want to listen to anyone else's ideas about what his stories mean. I just want it to be his voice and my heart, alone, like we are having an affair. Then I want to imagine him leaving and going to the cafe and ordering eggs and sopping them up.
I love this!
Thank you, Sandy.
great story
Thank you.
Don’t tell the ^..^
I've never seen a wolf emoticon!
^^ First ears for everything!
I love this story! It could have gone in so many different directions. But it goes in the direction of two souls divided by so much yet connected by grace…the grace of a great story in the hands of a great writer. Thank you! Made my day!
Thank you, Ned.
"I always like to sop up the last bit of life."
That poor cop...
Hahahaha
Beautiful and insightful. Do you think that you will take your short pieces of fiction and eventually translate them into longer pieces? Not that this is better, just wondering if any give you an idea for a longer piece.
A large percentage of my shorter pieces have become longer stories. It's always a strong possibility. I've also turned poems into fiction. And non-fiction pieces into fiction.
That was nice in a tragic way. Loved the last line
Thank you, Rena.
Fantastic story, Sherman. I enjoyed it very much.
Thank you, C.J.
You’re very welcome, Sherman
Thank you for writing for us. 💞
Thanks for reading, Leslie.
Wearing my wolf t-shirt today! Three beauties just staring nonplussed at anyone I meet!
I used to have a black and white wolf t-shirt where the wolves eyes were a beautiful bright yellow.
The first one I had came from a cross-country trip I made by truck with a friend moving from Staten Island to Oakland, CA. Got it at a truck stop near Carlsbad,AZ.
Awesome
We made our only stop for fun on the whole trip at a Navajo trading post that had a big billboard along the interstate. I got a poncho made by Navajo weavers in traditional rug patterns. The fabric was a thread made with wool and cotton blended. This was in 1999. I still wear the poncho. And I still get compliments about it from total strangers on the street. It’s cozy and warm and I love it.
Fabulous! Especially enjoyed your reading of it! Felt the 'real' in the experience and it was beautiful. Thank you. Blessings ~Wendy💜
Thanks, Wendy.