By Arkayel
He hinted that he might consider moving if she promised an ocean, or, at least, a river view. After not hearing from her, he returned to the story and noted the unhandy cadence of its first sentence. He swore to rewrite the opening.
When she read the draft of his story, she sent him a river in an envelope. A week later he received a parcel. When he opened it, an ocean flooded his lounge room. After that he never heard from her again, and he never did get around to rewriting the beginning, or, for that matter, finishing the story.
Very clever. I’m so thick I had to read it twice before I got it.
I think every story / poem deserves at least two reads so no need to put yourself down.
That made me smile 🙂
Thanks Hannah.
Well crafted. I’ve come back to read this one again…and again.
Reminds me of myself: I often get results like this from stories I write–but I try not to let that stop me from writing them! Liked this story a lot!
I am lucky to live where a river runs into an ocean. I wonder if that is why I love this quirky story so much?
Love this — great imagination. It stands out of the crowd in the crow’s nest waving.