I remember running behind the Foggyman’s truck, billowing DDT out the back. We covered our noses and mouths with wet handkerchiefs as we chased through the fog, out of breath from running and excitedly shrieking to find each other. Or is this actually a foreboding dream that keeps haunting me?
Stephen Tilden keeps a photo of that truck to remind him that it is just a memory.
Stephen– Gee Thanks (where is my sarcasm underliner?)? Thanks a bunch, Mr. Tilden… (again sarcasm). You’ve managed to condense a vast amount of information into just 50 words. Very well executed, great writing. I won’t sleep tonight remembering the aroma of DDT. Yes, aroma, not stench—we didn’t know… A gruesomely gorgeous piece of writing. I give you my highest accolade as a fellow writer—I am SO jealous I really won’t sleep tonight. Good………no……. Great work!
Thanks, Mr. Young. With more comments like this, we might have the beginnings of a B-Movie!
Spectacular writing!
I’m now left wondering how many of my memories are actually real – brilliant use of 50 words!