You dropped a dish, and with it all pretenses. You asked if I was leaving.
Kneeling in these shattered half-truths, I can’t lie. “I don’t know. Do you want me to?”
“No.”
Our mended hearts are fragile, and in each others’ hands.
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Christine Hanolsy 
nicely done!
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You are so good with imagery. Nicely done!
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Love the imagery, use of language, emotional honesty of the characters. Short piece packs a whallop! Makes me want to know what came before and what’s coming next for these 2.
Found you on Yeah, Write. Looking forward to more!
A bit of a comma problem, BTW.
Best to you,
Salluy
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Thanks so much, Sally. I enjoyed this week’s question. You’re right, I tend to put commas where I want pauses. It’s a bad habit I’m trying to break. Speaking of commas, I’d be a bad editor if I didn’t point out that it’s actually “yeah write,” not “Yeah, Write.” 🙂
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This is wonderfully done!
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Thanks! I rather liked this one!
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This is brilliant. I love the metaphors too and the double meanings.
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‘kneeling in the shattered half-truths’ – what a perfect image/metaphor.
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This is beautifully crafted
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Broken heart is difficult to mend….very thoughtful.
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That is a powerful first line, Christine! It drew me in and the third line kept me there. Love the double meaning throughout. It’s a perfect metaphor; the delicacy of the dishes and of the relationship.
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Thanks, Silverleaf! This one took me the full time since Sunday to write. I loved the question – I just had to work at the answer. I’m glad it worked for you.
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