Katie, what a great exercise! I love yours - so poetic. Tom, again, I'm not surprised by the awesomeness of these. When you're both famous, I'll say I knew you when.
Here's my attempt. I think, for me, it doesn't matter if they suck or not, but that they managed to break me out of my moratorium on all things writer-rific (that's what taking classes, applying to grad school, and working full-time does to a person, apparently. Actually, Tom can attest that yesterday I spent the better part of an hour trying to win a time trial in MarioKart. Yes, my priorities are in order).
Thanks again, Katie, for this excellent exercise.
“The Nurse”
The deed, indeed, left something to them. But on his deathbed, he had looked at her ankles, and decided something else.
“Science”
His face lit up with cancer. Half the town had died. And left with it, he had to wonder, was it something in the water?
“Probability”
The airport was that way. She cried anyway. You never know, sometimes the plane just doesn’t land. Was it love, afterall?
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Shana, I'm so happy you're back! And you're right: I was NOT writing until I forced myself into a tiny space. Now I can't stop nanoing.
Isn't it cool how poetry elements work in these? I love your "Nurse" and the recurring rhyme and d's: deed, deathbed, decide... So good, like the "duh, duh, duh" in movies when the plots twists or the villain enters. Oh wait, that's a whole nother art form...
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