By John Affleck
Izzy didn’t need a perfect figure to attract attention. With an easy laugh and a gift for spinning tall tales, her magnetism pulled at everyone. She’d share a conspiratorial look with me after every punchline. Like it was just between us. Like everything was just between us. She got her break first, a show she wrote in three weeks. The night it opened in the city, I’d landed my own gig, in Poughkeepsie. On the train home, I saw the post. Izzy wore a perfect midnight-blue gown, held a bouquet of roses, and was giving the photographer that look. My look.
You captured a subtle dynamic and developed two characters around it in just a few words. Brilliant.
Thank you!
I want to meet her!
Great, captivating writing!
Wonderful story-telling in so few words. Nicely done! But poor guy whom Izzie seems to have ditched…
Izzy (sorry, not Izzie)
Captures so many emotions with such few words. Wonderful
You hooked me with the title. Then just kept reeling my in.