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Prompt
Really Nice but Tough as Nails
Inspiration challenge: form #4 — ballad
This is the fourth in a series of stories inspired by something I saw on my morning walk. You can read the first three stories at the bottom of this page. Unsure what form my story should take (poetry, flash fiction, etc.), I decided to use as many different vehicles as I could and see what emerged. What about you? Has something you’ve seen or experienced inspired you? How many ways can you tell your story? — Denise Shelton
She built her house of brick, so long ago
It weathered storms, withstood the summer sun
Her husband flew the friendly skies
But everything once-living dies
So after 40 years, his life was done
Really nice but tough as nails they say
A filthy shame she had to go that way
The evil man who took her life
Without a gun, without a knife
A prisoner waiting for his judgment day
She raised two boys before her husband passed
Ivy League degrees both had in hand
A loving family deeply proud
And she refused to cry out loud
When both of them moved far across the land
