Nathaniel may be blessed (cursed?) with the writer gene.
Here's my proof:
On a normal weekend day in our household, Nathaniel approached his mother, Michelle, and said to her, "Mommy, you're not cute."
Good sentence. Grammatically correct. Strong. Direct. Introduces suspense. A cliffhanger, introduced.
He actually paused a beat or two and then said, "You're pretty."
What flair, what flourish! What a surprise! What a payoff!
Two sentences rolled into a short story that any writer can appreciate. Well done, young scribe.
2 comments:
Hopefully, if he does pursue a writing career, he won't inherit his daddy's "credibility problem":
The actual story is that Nathaniel entered the room and said, "Mommy, you look pretty."
Then followed it up by saying, "Baby Isaiah's not pretty." (Pause) "He's cute."
Mommy is right, as usual. Chalk it up to my inability to retain details unless I'm actually writing it down.
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