What Matters Most

Art is the only thing that can go on mattering, once it has stopped hurting.
Elizabeth Bowen

Short post tonight because I’m feeling a tad mournful.  The truth is, I plan on ruining Lisa.  I mentioned it to my son and he was aghast!  “Why would you do that?  That’s just stupid.”

Perhaps he’s right.

I’ve turned the story over in my mind all night and day.  There is no other solution. 

Leave a comment and share.  Misery does love company, they say.

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About author A. Lynn

A. Lynn has enjoyed the craft of writing since she finished the songs in Barry Manilow's songs as a five year old, prancing around her grandparents rural farm. Her style has changed as she's grown up. In the past ten years, she's experimented until finding her style and voice. Now, she's ready to take an effort to share her stories with the world. amberlynnk@yahoo.com View all posts by author A. Lynn

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