In Into the Mist by Joe Ducato, a broken bench, a rising sun, and a quiet conversation become something more as two people watch the world drift forward. Read the story now on Written Tales—and if you’ve got a moment worth capturing, submissions are open.
I loved this. Friendly, civil conversation that, on the surface, appears to be casual dialogue between two newly acquainted individuals. And it may start out that way. Ends up much more meaningful, especially for folks facing, even if bravely, their last years. The conversation that started with "how deep?" is beautifully crafted:
“Maybe the things we can see and touch have beginnings and ends and those we can’t see and touch…”
No drama, just two good people.
Thank you. I appreciate you taking the time to read and comment on the piece. -
Joe Ducato
Joe,
I loved this. Friendly, civil conversation that, on the surface, appears to be casual dialogue between two newly acquainted individuals. And it may start out that way. Ends up much more meaningful, especially for folks facing, even if bravely, their last years. The conversation that started with "how deep?" is beautifully crafted:
“Maybe the things we can see and touch have beginnings and ends and those we can’t see and touch…”
“Endless?”
“Yes, endless.”
Maybe you also suffer from wisdom.
Thank so much for your kind words and for reading the piece. - Joe Ducato