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He did not want to be there and didn’t want to realize what others couldn’t.
As for the givers, they accepted his knowing their gift, but guessing the others surprised them.
When Anna opened the third gift, a strange stillness filled the room.
The couples glanced at each other at first, then one of Leon’s buddies said, “How’d you know? Everything was wrapped.”
Maybe this moment, the moment before his answer, is more critical to you than to them because you see possibilities line up.
He can tell the truth and be disbelieved.
He can come up with a covering lie like, “We’ve done so much baby shopping lately, I recognized the shapes.”
He could be mysterious, smile, and say, “I just knew.”
Arching and unarching his eyebrows would be useful in that case.
His eyes dropped into his lap instead and then—shocking to them all—tears dropped after them.
Why was he crying?
Anna asked, “What’s wrong, honey?”
The ensuing silence meant something to them all—and maybe to you—but it’s hard to say what.
When you invent something, you have an out.
You can edit and revise, rewrite and repair.
Nothing is truly known.
Leon didn’t look up.
Though his voice was thick with weeping, he spoke clearly.
“They’ll be no baby,” he said, “It won’t make it.”
You see, he knew what was inside her too.
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4 responses to “50 Sentence Story” val dering rojas March 13, 2013 at 3:28 am Love love love love this! But I love anything melancholy. Kind of Raymond Carver. Clever assignment as well. I think I need to try it .
Reply dmarshall58 March 19, 2013 at 12:13 pm Thank you. I still think it a little strange to be teaching this class that’s largely about writing stories. I’m not much for writing stories, really, and need reinforcement and structure like these rules to accomplish anything. But I suppose some of my students may be like me. In any case, I still may try the assignment… even if it’s in a less elaborate form. –D
Reply suburbanlife March 14, 2013 at 3:02 am Great limits set; and should make for a hellovan exercise for your class. In spirit with you and your students I’ll take a stab at this one too. Love what you pulled out from yourself – and I bet it was much work. A a bit daunted, though. G
Reply dmarshall58 March 19, 2013 at 12:17 pm I hope you will try it. A number of my students seem to rely on inspiration and won’t take to something so restrictive, but sometimes limits can, paradoxically, be liberating. They cut down all the decisions you must make and set a more manageable course. My goal now will be to revise the assignment so it’s not so much work and more playful. –D
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idk wut this is. I guess its just something. Ask tarek. Edit1: I asked the voice in my head since no one else did and unfortunately he doesn't know anything about this issue.