I recently wrote a short story for a contest. I didn’t win, but I’m glad I wrote it. The process took me on an interesting journey of the soul.
If you stop by this journal with any regularity, then you know I’m turning 50 this year. My parents are healthy, but showing signs of their age. My daughter is about to get married. All these realities looked over my shoulder as I wrote.
Long before the contest results were announced I e-mailed the story to Grace and Curtis. They read it separately and both cried. Neither could stop thinking about it. So they talked. About who they are now and who they will be and what it will take to live the promises they’re about to make.
Words serve many purposes, and I think I understand why I wrote these. By the time the results were posted, I didn’t mind not winning the contest.
If you’d like to read the story, you can find it here. Feel free to leave a comment and let me know what you think.