We grew to become cruel men. We gathered our wounds and we coddled our scars and lionized them under the tract lighting of The Saluda Bar. When called upon, we mourned our dead, and then moved on. But sometimes we couldn’t.
This past July I lost my son, Daniel Benton Sawyer. He was twenty-three years old. I could tell you the number of months and days, but I won’t. My life was a rehearsal for this loss and I am unprepared to measure his life against mine.
Two days after my boy’s passing, my friend Wayne Scobee was busted for illicit behavior. He offered to blow a Georgia Tech student in a Ruby Tuesday bathroom stall. The boy was nineteen and he broke Wayne’s nose. I thought about breaking it again if he showed up at the funeral, but I was too goddamn tired. Nineteen? My head orbited that number like a comet. Nineteen. That was younger than Danny. I needed time to sort through the rubble, and time was no longer a luxury, if it ever was. My heart was too cruel a place for any illusion of forgiveness.
(A work in progress)
The start got my attention quick smart!
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A very engaging start….I forgot it was fiction at first and thought you had lost your son….
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This really pulled me in and broke my heart
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Thanks so much. 🙂
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With that beginning, this sounds like a winner, Steven. 🙂 — Suzanne
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Thank you, Suzanne. 🙂
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Intense, Steven. I was intrigued by the way a hard, cruel man might deal with grief and complex emotions. Compelling.
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Thank you, Diana. 🙂
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can’t wait for more
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Thanks!
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Well written as it immediately got my attention. I am sorry about your son🙏🏼 Where’s the rest? You left me hanging!!!
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Wait… was the real?
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Sorry for the confusion, it was fiction. But thank you!
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No worries! I had realized it after I pressed send 😦 You’re welcome! Have a great day 🙂
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And you too!
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😊
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I forgot it was fiction at first too. You sure know how to draw in a reader.
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Thanks so much! 🙂
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Very nice 😊
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Thank you!
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Well written! Great opening line, Steven.
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Thank you, Elaina. 🙂
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I thought this was real. It is heartbreaking, is it part of a bigger piece? If so, I am anxious to read it!
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Thank you, it is part of a bigger piece I’m working on. But I’m a slow writer. 🙂
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WOW! Powerful first line. Again, struck by the music of your writing.
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Thanks so much!
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You are welcome.
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That’s very bleak. Do you see such things as intrinsic to masculinity?
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I really don’t. This particular character interests me because he is antipathetic to most men I know…. I’m curious to discover how he got that way. Thank you for reading and following. 🙂
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I forgot it was fiction at first too. Thank you, it is part of a bigger piece I’m working on.
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