This is a short story about a man seeking closure. It can be read in ten minutes. Please don’t purchase this expecting a novel for your dollar.
This story was written in a small cafe on the corner of Bleeker and Grove in New York City on Tuesday, May 27th. The idea came to me yesterday while walking across the Brooklyn Bridge. I saw the locks on several of the small cables on the bridge. I remembered my time in both London and Paris, taking pictures of all the love locks on bridges there. And I thought about all the couples those locks represent. I wondered how many are still together.
Maybe this story isn’t worth your dollar. If I could price a work on Amazon for less, I would. It is what it is. I hope this will be the first of many short pieces that I write and publish in a single day while recording what I’m thinking and where I am when I write them. For those who take the plunge, I hope you get your money’s worth. Thank you for all of your support.