“ In every great novel, there is a passage that when deeply understood, reveals how the author develops character, establishes tension, creates dramatic movement. With that understanding, the student can read the rest of the novel more insightfully.”
Tommy and Frank sat quietly at the bar nursing their beers. Neither said anything – it wasn’t their way – but they were worried about Mark. It wasn’t like him to not show up… not even for something as trivial as happy hour. Suddenly the door burst open. “Drinks are on me, fellas! I’m having a boy!”
My only true masterpiece. Fifty-five careful, eloquent words. Laying the page on the table, I waited for his praise. “Fifty-six.” “…What?” “You’ve made a mistake. That word’s hyphenated.” A smile. “Better luck next time.” The crimson droplets look misplaced, scattered on my manuscript. But at least nobody will ever again threaten its perfection.
"You’ve lost weight, Mom." "Got to watch my figure for Dad." "You’re 82, Mom. Dad’s dead. You need to eat!" "Don’t harp at me, sonny Jim. Your Mom knows best." A month later, Jim asks: "What’d she die of?" "Malnutrition," the doctor replies, "weren’t you looking after her?" "Did the best I could," Jim shrugs.