Some weeks ago I explained that I would stop posting snippets of my own work - fearing it counted against any efforts of mine to become seriously published anywhere. Well, things do change don't they? And we change our minds. At the moment I don't exactly find myself with a huge following. So, to hell with it - I'm posting a snippet here. This one is taken from the memoir Together 7 Years Apart, a story about me and my wife. Do you have any similar stories as this one below?:
Erin and I did not get on like a house on
fire. No. We got on like a whole row of houses up in flames. The fire burnt for
a good two or so hours, abundantly fueled with relaxed conversation. I told
Erin some boring story about how Russian Caravan tea had traditionally been
taken with the addition of strawberry jam mixed in for sweetness. I shouldn’t
have bothered but the words had irrevocably sprung forward from inside of me,
and it would have appeared even lamer to have stopped myself mid-way. I was
drinking Russian Caravan tea at the time and, with the jam, so at least I had
the aid of distracting props. Some nights later Erin told me that she had
actually found the little story quite endearing. She was putting me at ease so
early in our relationship. Either that or I had a remarkable talent for
utilizing table-sized props.
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