Always the question. Short story, Novel, or Limerick.
by Regis Boff
The part of God I brought back with me from pretty much dying over the weekend is sitting in the corner of my yard arguing with my dog. I had told the surgeons that to keep me going was mostly a mistake.
Suggested 2nd line: I wasn’t sure whether it was from a diluted sense of gratitude or a fuzzy bewildered disappointment, but I murmured a caution about the dog’s unpredictable appetite.
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True be told you are the one who should be writing. That’s very good. Steve