Worth Your Time

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Abandoned

To watch someone read your work, as a writer, is the greatest gift.

Worth Your Time

By Danni Lee


I’m a writer, I love what I do, but I’m still learning, and sometimes the best way to do that, is with short stories.  I wrote a really beautiful story and shared it around.  It was about dogs, waiting to be put down at a pound, yes, it was sad.  I received some good reviews from people at work, but it’s hard when you are a writer and people say it’s good.  So, I was on my way home from work, and I stopped at our local mom-and-pop grocery store to pick up some things.  There was a woman that walked across my parking space, I stopped the car halfway in the space and I smiled at her.  She gave a little wave and I watch her approach a truck, the back window was open, and a golden retriever was leaning out the window. The dog reminded me of Merrell, the dog from my story.  I had to tell her.

I was only two parking spots away and I got out of the car.  “That is a beautiful dog,” I said.  Now, I had my mask on, all that covid stuff is scary and I was following the rules.

“She’s not mine.”  The woman said and looked at me.  She had her mask on too, but you can tell by watching the eyes, she was smiling.  “I’ve been stalking this dog for a while.”  She laughed.  “I know her mom and I just love her.”

“She reminds me of my Merrell,” I mentioned.  “She is exactly what I imagined when I wrote him.”

“Wrote him?”  She was still rubbing on that dog and the dog was delighted.

“I’m a writer and I wrote a beautiful short story.”  I had to ask, watching people read your work is the ultimate joy.  “Want to read it?  It’s worth your time.”  It’s winter in Maine and it was a little cold, but the story was a short one, 1502 words is all.

“I’d love to.”  She rubbed the dog's head one more time, and I pulled the story up on my phone.  I’d emailed it to a friend, and it would be easy to read.

“You ok to read it off my phone?”  I knew, that touching something that I handled every day, would make some people not feel really comfortable right now.

“That’s fine.”  She said and took my phone.  The title was up and all she needs to do, was scroll down the page.  It said it all, the title did, On Death Row.

She started to read while I watched her face.  I so wished we didn’t have to wear masks right now.  Watching someone’s mouth while they read tells you so much more.  She was scrolling quickly at first, and then, she started to slow down, they always slow down when it gets good.  She reached up and whipped one eye.  “I’m so sorry,” I whispered, standing in the parking lot in the cold.  Writing that story broke my heart and it was breaking hers now.  It hurt, but it was a thrill to know, that what I felt when I wrote it, was coming through as she read it.  She stopped, handed me my phone, sniffled, and whipped her eyes.  “Tell me that wasn’t worth your time.”

“We’re not supposed to.”  She sniffled and put her arms around me.  “It was beautiful.”  She managed, and I hugged her tightly.  She went her way, and I went mine, but I’ll never forget, that she took a moment out of her day, for me.

Submitted: April 02, 2021

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LE. Berry

What a fine piece reflecting how all writers feel about our writing and how others react to it. Very nice Danni.

Fri, April 2nd, 2021 9:00pm


Thank you so much. It was a true story for a contest I didn't win. She sure made me feel good, that first tear was something. Did you read On Death Row?

Sun, April 18th, 2021 10:10am

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