I’ve been reading WCW’s collected stories and came upon this very simple perfect sentence: That night I was going home (“An Old Time Raid”). I wish I could write like that–all the time. It evokes so much with so little.
I think I will steal it. I will write a story that starts: That night I was going home. No one will ever know.
But what to say next?
January 9, 2013 at 3:23 pm
Next line: I never saw the morning.