In October 2017 I came across an internet blog challenge for a story written in two sentences. I wrote a story. Liking the format, I did another one. Another one. And another.
Quite a few stories later, I had enough for a book. Not only did I have stories, but I had written a short poem and created a brush and India ink illustration for each one as well.
The result was Minuscule, published in 2018. I’m now going to show you the book illustrations as an ongoing feature on this blog, once a week. I’ll link back to the story (they have been published one by one on my poetry blog).
If you want to hold the entire book in your hand, the print version is available on Amazon.
“Settlement” is the title of the story. Look here to read it.
I remember this story well. I love the way the illustration suggests that sense of anticipation, the rise before the fall.
I’ve always been intrigued by the idea of a message from the dead, and by the lengths a person will go to to think well of themselves (as I think both ladies did in this story).
I too remember the story. That was one unhappy lady.
She is right to stay away from that gift! (K)
I am interested in how childhood things linger, and linger, and linger…why? Somewhere I read that our earliest memories are our strongest, I guess because we have been remembering them the longest.
My memories are malleable, so that certainly doesn’t apply to me…I can retain a feeling of betrayal or anger, but specifics mostly elude me. Sometimes I have a sudden vision of something and see where the feeling came from and wonder how I could have forgotten what occurred. The mind is a strange place.
I remember some things so clearly that I wish I didn’t (these are never good memories that stick around like that). Like you, I have those sudden flashes of the door opening to a memory prompted by something and it can be staggering.