December 18, 2011 03:40:06 PM
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Patrick
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My wife shouldn’t have told me about her secret that day in the ER. She knew me better. Hair trigger.
“Don’t get mad if it comes out,” she said. No details.
Cheating, I figured. After she died, I went over her e-mails and cell calls and nailed it. Had to be Harry.
Widower. Pretends we’re pals. Offers to cut my lawn with his rider mower sometimes.
Time to return the favor. Be right over, Harry.
Just need to get my Glock.
Comments [2]
Before I read the complete rules, I thought I had heard on the radio that the limit was 420 WORDS. I thought I'd been tight in crafting the same basic story, using a little more background like the caregiving obligations of the angry husband, but I was surprised how much I was able to cut out of the original and still capture the essence with hints and implications. More show, less tell. A useful exercise. Thanks.
from "norman": ... and, so, he killed and died by his conviction.
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