Are you in the mood for love?The Times has six very good short short stories on the theme written by Matt Thorne, Lionel Shriver, James Meek, Jilly Cooper, Adele Parks and Tim Lott. Best of all there's the invitation for you to write your own love story in 300 words.
If you want something a bit more substantial, over at the Boston Globe there's a list of ten great novels to read when you feel like some literary romance - prepare to be surprised! The list is drawn from Haille Ephron's 1001 Books for every Mood which sound like another book about books I must add to my collection.
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I'm made an ebook of the shorts to read on my phone.
and i printed 'em out!
Breadfruit
There were times I would sit and stare out at the spindly breadfruit tree, knowing how hard the soil is and just how difficult it must be for those roots to push against the compacted soil; aided only by infrequent rain and chicken drop pellets. Other times the harshness of the sun would prevent my gaze even if I cupped my hand over my eyes trying to shield them from its rays, but still the blazing sun would strike through my pinkened fingers and pain my eyes, making them dry.
In the evenings, when it was a little cooler outside, I would sit in the gazebo and listen to the children playing by the ditch. I could hear their little squeals and squeaks of joy as they played with the water, or traced patterns on the hard earth then run laughing up the road to see the two white ducks waddling, uncaring.
I’m not sure if I missed her most then, or all those other times she was away. Maybe it was all of them. Maybe I just couldn’t find one single occasion when I missed her more than any other, they were all equally as lonely, melancholy.
I couldn’t tell her. I couldn’t or wouldn’t put that burden upon her. I didn’t want her to feel bad about leaving us. I wanted her to know that she was missed sufficiently, enough, but no more. I felt, in a way that was my duty towards her, to swallow the emptiness I felt when she wasn’t there, I owed her that, surely.
That day, before she left again, we walked in the drying garden as she pointed out a fruit bud on the breadfruit tree, smiled, put her hand on mine, looked me straight in the eyes and said, I know.
yusuf - really like that! hope you are going to send that in!
Thanks Sharon, I have.
hello,
it's amazing to see how far these stories travel. thank you very much for spreading the word. it was a fun article, hope you enjoyed the story.
kind regards
Adele
www.adeleparks.com
hi Adele, v. nice to see you here! it's been good to see how some of the readers here sent in 300 word stories of their own.
good luck with everything!
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