I used to have this dream about that one vacation in New York, the time we saw the Statue of Liberty. In my dream her torch is still gold but the arm holding it is silver, you know? Chest and clothes and stuff still made of the dull green copper but her legs, man, they’re rusting iron and the feet are all clayey and cracking.
Anyways I don’t sleep much anymore, you know? Just keep searching the web for spiders all night long.
Feels like I’m snowed in, man – haven’t left my room in weeks.
I recently met a scientist I very much respect (having read several of his papers), and we discussed the art of writing and what it means to communicate. He and I agreed that it is the author’s fault if the reader does not understand. In fact, if agreeing with the writer is a 1 and disagreeing is 0, then not understanding is NULL…the computer is off. Enough rambling! Every Friday, writers from all around the world write 100 word (or thereabouts) flash fiction based on a photo posted that Wednesday on Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog.
I welcome constructive criticism; without it I cannot grow as a writer. The weekly photo that inspired this story is below: