there is always
more
to the story,
more detail, more
to the plot,
more to the other characters
that drift
in an out
of scenes, but
sometimes a thin,
clean, well
written story,
ala Hemmingway
is enough.
it was cold out.
the light
was harsh. I loved
her more
than fishing.
stuff like that,
he'd say.
and you got it.
you understood, there
was no need to go
back and scratch your
head trying to figure
out what was going
on, or looking up
names to find out how
to pronounce them.
he was fond of her.
she was not fond of
him, just yet.
tomorrow would come.
today would go.
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