I write as a way of life: stories, blogs, articles, almost-poems. I'm a freelancer, a vegetarian, and I listen to Leonard Cohen and enjoy French films. We are dying a little more with each new day we live, so shouldn't we make the most of our time?
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27 thoughts on “50-Word Tales #129”
I like that image. And I can only wonder about the kind of life the Grandmother had when she was living…
I love the symmetry with number 128! Was it intentional? The picture is also really good, as it shows a human at its very weakest and most raw and vulnerable state.
I like that image. And I can only wonder about the kind of life the Grandmother had when she was living…
*would have had
That is actually the portrait of the artist’s 100-year-old mother on her deathbed.
Is that even possible?
Am I missing something?
Vincent, that is actually the portrait of the artist’s 100-year old mother on her deathbed.
hehehehehehe
Which artist?
Its Daphne Todd, David.
Thanks!
Wow very touching
I think a better line would be. Put her in the refrigerator cause the son is not dead yet.
I love the symmetry with number 128! Was it intentional? The picture is also really good, as it shows a human at its very weakest and most raw and vulnerable state.
Haha! Trying to picture the look on the boy’s face when his dad said that. Priceless
Haha! Trying to picture the look on the boy’s face when his dad said that. Priceless
Not intentional, David. I don’t see my stories as interconnected. 🙂
Your stories have an “Edward Gorey” quality about them. Love it!
Yay!
Good one!
Some husband. Sounds like he loved her a lot.
Well, my grandfather actually did something similar. Being stingy about funeral expenses.
Sad. Will you do that to your wife someday, too?
I doubt I’ll ever have a wife. Nobody will ever want to marry a short and frail boy writer with a hat who abuses the word slunk.
Goodness. What rubbish. Looks are only so important — it’s heart that matters — and you will never again abuse the word “slunk,” I’m sure of it!
Honestly, I don’t see any quality in this writing in any way, shape, or form.. Overall I’d give this a 1/10
Haha!
I suppose the good news is that writing cannot be rated. You either connect with it, or you don’t.
Dear Nephew! Is this a true tale? Poor grandmother… 😦
Partly true. Grandfather was a bit stingy with funeral expenses.