December 11, 2011 02:43:28 AM
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Mary
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I pace my side of the lake we swam all summer. Winter’s first blizzard has blocked all roads; the half-mile swim between us is now a walk across thin ice. I say I’ll cross when the ice is thick. You propose we meet now—halfway. And then? If the ice cracks on your side, you’ll jump to mine, you say. Where have you studied ice? Think how a window swallows a baseball. You really want to take a swing at that?
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So much better than the first place winner. This has conflict, imagery, symbolism... all the things you look for is story of any length.
Ditto for me. I could see why having read so many extremely short stories Lou would pick the Samantha's, but I bet yours would win a reader poll.
Your piece is my First Place Winner. I absolutely love it. Great work and pray continue.
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