Digital media allows for connection that didn't exist before.
Which is fabulous for me as a writer.
The ability to connect with people all over the world...
I'm grateful.
I am part of a script writer network of sorts.
One such online resource that connects writers together had a weekly writing challenge on their IG page.
Sometimes I took part.
I enjoyed the creative challenge.
Thinking outside the box of my usual writing. Kinda like this blog.
They would post a picture and in return, as a writer, you come up with a story about the photo. But it had to be a very short story, it's length anything from one sentence to a max of one paragraph.
The photo attached to this blog post is from a challenge that was posted in May of 2020.
The words below are the story that I created when I saw the photo.
(Remember this was during a time that IG had maximum letter count.)
A Dog Named Sal
When I look back at the photo that Georgie had captured of Sal & I in the garden, tears fill my eyes. The sting of them catch me off guard, I’ve always prided myself as being a man of strength. As I look back at this photo, taken some 10 years earlier, I am overwhelmed by the gravity of so much loss. The loneliness that fills my chest is palpable. The realization that Sal is the only “boy” that I have ever openly been allowed to love, cripples me. He had filled a void in me that has now become a dark abyss. Saying good bye to him is harder than I ever thought it would be.
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