Nothing like writing a story every day for more than 6 months to make you find gewgaws in your childhood worth talking about. And that makes the very first time in my life I’ve ever used the word “gewgaws.”
Working Title: Dear Mother
1st Sentence: I don’t mind so much the lies you told.
Favorite Sentence: You were, you said, the Little Golden-Haired Miss, a cause célèbre, a vision burned into paper by the hot light of a camera’s flashbulb, and in my mind’s enthralled eye, I saw you-me, I saw little Polly Pepper, I saw blind Mary Ingalls.
Word Length: 538
Photo of painting “Mother” by Mikuláš Galanda.
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