"Greg," said Nathan, "I've figured out how you tell stories."
I looked at him quizzically.
"Four sentences, seemingly unrelated, simple conclusion."
This assessment came in reaction to this story:
"I got hit by a car crossing Front Street. I pulled out from behind the Fed Ex truck, so the BMW didn't see me coming. I got thrown from the bike. I'm fine."
"They're like haiku," Nate said, "They rely on the listener to fill in the gaps."
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I read this in the middle of my class in the morning. He was talking about family therapy, and said some stuff with which I disagreed, so I disengaged. I got thrown from my train of concentration. Life is so distracting.
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