He swung a right at the old barn foundations and slowed, winding down the faded ribbon of the Ole Ginny Combs Road as it laced its way toward the house where he and his would live out their days in the shadow of that fine oak tree- where local yarn would have it, Ginny herself had spent many a warm summer’s day, on an old tire swing, knotted to a low branch, long before life became a ligature, and she found herself a dangling, at the end of her own rope….
Word Count: 91
I wrote the back story to this one sentence piece of fiction and if you are interested in reading it, it can be found here: Ginny Combs
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Well thank you for stopping in Rh….
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Such a tragedy!
The rope having so many stories attached and saddest of them all…
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Well, she got the street named after her ….
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I love a good long sentence… good one!
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Good because I am trying to perfect a one sentence fiction piece. Thanks for the feedback!
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I’ve done them. They are fun to do, and tricky. I liked yours.
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This has got a wonderful easy country feel to it. I’ll admit, the lack of full stops made reading a little tricky at times. I’d like to know more about Ginny Combs however.
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It was an experiment in one sentence fiction.. Thanks for the feedback!!
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I wrote the backstory to this today. If you’re still interested you can find it here: https://violetslentz.home.blog/2019/01/25/ginny-combs/
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Dear Violet,
Quite a story and the last few words…at the end of her own rope…wow. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thank you Rochelle. I liked it too..
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