Pittsburgh got more snow yesterday. It’s around noon. I’m going to post this and then go to one of my favorite bars. The Steelers have a 1:00 p.m. game today, but the game is meaningless. They lost last weekend and that was their last chance to make it to the playoffs.
Well, it’s been a good year for the Pittsburgh Flash Fiction Gazette. Readership went from around 5,000 views in January to over 30,000 views today for December.
Now, what can I tell you about this old story of mine? I’ve always been a big fan of Ernest Hemingway. His writing style has had a great impact on my own writing style. Oh, I can’t write like Hemingway, but believe me sometimes I have tried to and I guess this story is one of those times that I tried to.
I published this story on this blog on 1 November 2008.
The Hemingway Hero
It was night and the rain came down hard on the twinkling lights of the Steel City. The young man stood in his briefs at the window as shadows danced about the unlit bedroom of his off-campus apartment on the eighteenth floor of a steel and glass building. He watched the rain and the lights as the young woman slept in the bed behind him. Both were graduate students. In the morning she was returning to a university on the west coast.
The young woman stirred. “Sweetie,” she said. “What on earth are you doing?”
“Trying to get use to living without you.”
She was silent a long time. The bedroom was filled with the sound of the falling rain. She said, “Come back to bed. Come back to bed and I’ll try to make it better.”
“Better? That won’t make it better. That’ll only make it worse.”
“Not even better for a little while?”
He watched the rain and the lights of the city. When he graduated he would teach in the city. He would live in the city. She would live on the west coast.
“Well,” he said, “maybe for a little while.”
He knew nothing could ever make it better, not even for a little while. He turned and approached the bed anyway. It was the brave thing to do.
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