09-26-2008, 03:05 AM
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She sounded young, or at least, younger than himself, though Laruku felt a thousand years old and probably sounded like it too.
Sorry,he said automatically, though it might have sounded emptier than it should have. He was sorry, but by now he had apologized enough times for the word not to mean much whether this woman knew that or not. It was his automatic response to everything, and it was true, but even true things stopped meaning anything when overused. Too-frequent "I love yous" were just as worthless as the things that were never said, perhaps. He could hear the scratching in the sand and could only wonder what was there.
I always did like short stories better,the scarred man told her,
They read faster and only leave the most important things in.Oh, how quaint and metaphoric. Weren't shorter lives the better ones after all?
She sounded young, or at least, younger than himself, though Laruku felt a thousand years old and probably sounded like it too.
Long stories have too much opportunity to mess up somehow.