Author Leanne Dyck writes: Welcome to my blog. Offered for your entertainment: short stories, book reviews, and the continuing saga of an author with dyslexia (me) on an exciting publishing journey.
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Jim West cut the last row of grass, climbed off his ride-on lawnmower, found the rack, gathered a pile of grass clippings and took it to the compost box. When he turned around his wife was standing in front of him with a piece of paper in her hands.
"Want to hear what I just wrote?"
Some may have been naive enough to believe that they had a choice, but not Jim.
She read: I found Sally sitting on her kitchen floor. Her knees were drawn to her chest as she slowly rocked back and forth. Prone on the floor in front of her, a body I recognized as her husband--a large knife embedded in his back. She struggled for words and between sobs I heard, "What...do...I...do...now?"
Some husbands may have been worried about the message behind the story, but not Jim. He knew his wife became inspired by a book, TV show, movie or what she'd overheard at the supermarket. By bending, breaking or blending, she created something new. It was as simple--and as complicated--as that.
She stood there, waiting. He knew she wanted a commented and he searched for something to say. He settled on, "Interesting."
Appeased, she returned to her computer and Jim returned to his yard work.
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