Nine women from my book club came over for dinner (salmon tacos with mango salsa). For dessert I read them my first anthologized short story, “Milk.” And then I listened and observed while they discussed it, uncovering insights and possibilities, each delving deeper into the story’s meaning.
And what fascinated me was that the story had a different meaning for each woman. One woman saw possibilities I hadn’t seen while writing it, and others saw completely different possibilities.
What I love about short story writing
That’s what I love about short story writing—you leave a gate open through which the reader can travel and take her own path, reach her own conclusions—the ones she needs to make. Ambiguity allows her to co-create with the author.
Oh Polly,
Your words are thought provoking. I respect your take on what our dreams tell us and where they might lead.