Today, in my creative writing class, we had a free-write exercise in which we had to write a 78 word story. The exercise was inspire by a contest Esquire magazine did two years ago to celebrate their 78th birthday. This is what I have to show for it.
For Schulum
He was a microwave man. He loved his wife's cooking, nuked after midnight and a long day. He had become accustomed to eating alone.
In the summer, his daughter came home and worked just as long as he did. They often shared a midnight snack. "You know how you live to be a hundred?" he said. "You never run for a train."
"Yes, but you don't get anywhere standing on a platform."
That September was brisker than usual.
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