Bruise

A Short Short Story

by Stuart Dybek

The story grew as he viewed her bruise, but I felt a beat missing right at the end . . . too big a leap, for me, to the sky. I wanted the story to stay in that room, surrounded by an old house turning white. Even though I knew what his choice would be, before he made it, like the rising tension. A sparse short short story well-written. Bravo!


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