The old building is empty now. In my mind, it still bustles.
There were stories to be written, ads to be sold, never-ending deadlines.
People were waiting for what we had to say.
“Ink in our veins,” we used to laugh.
No one yelled, “Stop the presses.”
They stopped anyway.
Susan Gale Wickes is a writer from Indiana. She enjoys reading and writing short stories.
A sad sign of the times we are seeing more and more. Well done, Susan!
Thanks for taking the time to read and comment, Lisa. And here’s hoping the good things we leave behind will always live on through our memories.
a whole era wrapped up in the opening sentence.
And what a sad commentary it is…
Used to be a reporter and managing editor. I really felt this one. Thanks, Susan.
You’re welcome. I spent many years in the newspaper industry and I’m glad I was able to convey that feeling in my story.
In a few short years the world we grew up in doesn’t exist anymore. The Vintage Rose.
Progress and technology have certainly moved us in a different direction. Thanks for taking the time to read my story, Wendy!