It’s July 4th, hot and sticky. You’re late, due date was last week. Morning, I walked laps in an air conditioned store encouraging you to move. Come dinnertime, you announce your arrival, and three blocks later, leap into the world.
It started simply enough, with a post on facebook, linked to this article, and the voices of women writers describing the day their life changed in 40 words. I thought I’d give it a shot. Not thinking too much, minimal editing, to revel in the economy. Prompted by a friend, we decided that once was not enough, so here it is:
40 words, once a day, 40 days. Won’t you join us? Add your 40 words in the comments.
We stood in the driveway, when he said “I always wanted to do that…” At 26, the doors already seemed closed, as if he knew he only had a few short years left. That’s when I decided: never stop exploring.