Monday, October 10, 2011


I missed the deadline to submit a story for a contest in Esquire magazine celebrating its 78 years of publication. I share the tale here with you anyway. 78 words for 78 years.

Dyson dreamt of a simpler what? Time? Place? Emotional state of being? It didn’t matter. He dreamt.

She sat at his bedside, Dyson’s wife, and waited for him to wake or die. Her world was simpler since the settlement but the money wasn’t enough.

Their son stayed away because his mother asked him to. His life was complicated by his father’s indelicacies. Dyson’s son studied while Dyson dreamt.

Dyson’s nurse made plans for the end of her shift.

Copyright ©2011 by Jason Arnett. All Rights Reserved.

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