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On Capturing the Right Word
A short story
The right word sat just out of reach, dangling close to my eyes but keeping its distance all the same. And as I tried to get closer, it moved away again.
I pretended not to look and sidled up next to its capital, but it just sighed and dropped nonchalantly, waving a misplaced full stop and blowing hot air from its letters like nothing mattered.
Soon, with frustration growing, I cried out to it, but my gasp fell on a deaf adjective who couldn’t care less about my literary needs and walked all over my muse, leaving confusion running along a tide unutterable.
Eventually, I turned my nose up at the right word and changed tactics by leaning on the wrong one as though all was well. That was until the right one shouted out indignantly that it had been here all along, danced a merry jig before my eyes, and landed on my page.
Bridget Webber writes articles for magazines and websites; she often ghostwrites for professionals who can’t spare the time to pen compositions. She’s written poetry eBooks and is featured in several leading publications.
