Sunday sayings–Hemingway

There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man; true nobility is being superior to your former self.

There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.

Always do sober what you said you’d do drunk.  That will teach you to keep your mouth shut.

I like to listen.  I have learned a great deal from listening carefully.  Most people never listen.

The world breaks everyone, and afterward, some are strong at the broken places.

When writing a novel a writer should create living people; people not characters.  A character is a caricature.

~Ernest Hemingway

Friday Fictioneers–After Midnight

One of the great difficulties of writing is to make every word count.  Writing a story, or the introduction to a story, in 100 precisely-chosen words,  is a great way to practice that skill.  If you like to write, join us.  We are kind and helpful.
If you like to read, join us.  Our stories are diverse!  Click on the blue link critter at the very end, sit back and enjoy your travels.

(I’ll be traveling Friday-Monday, so it may take me some time to get to your story.  But I will.  Happy Easter or Passover to all of you.)

All three sayings in my story are from our family lexicon, the name has been changed to protect the innocent and, thankfully, the advice was heeded and the story is complete fiction.  Thanks, Rochelle, for the picture.

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After Midnight

“Nothing good happens after midnight” and “Never take a drink you haven’t seen someone open.” Dad’s oft-repeated sayings, sometimes accompanied by Francesca’s surreptitious eye-rolls.   Hot from dancing, she’d gulped from an extended glass, then felt woozy.  Gathering her wits to decline an offered ride, she called Dad, knowing he’d be up until she got home.

She half-sobbed,” I’m sorry.  Are you mad?”

“Stay right there, I’m on my way. You’re fortunate nothing happened and too smart to do it again.”  Then, as he did nightly, he added, “Dad loves Francesca.”

The passing headlights glowed in the warm darkness like nightlights.

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After Midnight