The Graveyard Whistler’s unusual find is a playlet or a short story; it plays out only in conversation. It comes from "Stone Gulch Literary Arts," the website the Whistler inherited from the site owner. The Whistler refers to him only as "Stoney," as the site owner requested anonymity.
Hey, Graveyard Whistler is back! It’s been a while, been busy getting my office in order, planning my teaching schedule, and just learning to live a la covid. I do keep researching my literary interest though, and here is a story that caught my attention and I thought it worth sharing . . .
Getting attracted to the opposite sex and make attempts for advancing in the relationship is a natural phenomenon that most people follow. If someone is not doing that then there could be some underlying reason for that. This story tries to highlight some of these aspects of our lives.
There is always more than one way to do something.
Have you ever found yourself stuck with a select amount of options? Perhaps you can not wrap your head around what you should do. Just build your own path.
Mothers and daughters are special people, but sometimes not to each other. It is a blessing when mothers and daughters have enough in common to love each other, to show that love, and to feel it. That's not what's going on here. It's a little sad, but still such stories have to be told.
Sometimes I find it difficult to tolerate certain things. A lot of it has to do with the amount of negative energy I am having to resist myself against. There are black holes EVERYWHERE. Sometimes I get sucked in by one.
A short story of love of my simple village; the sky and stars at nights. A short poem is also included.
This short piece of fiction was written in response to fellow writer, Brenda Arledge's one-word prompt: "Mirror."