Four

After my Uncle Bill had a stroke, the only word he could say was four. He could tell you anything using that one word. He could point out the right car in a crowded parking lot, he could chat about photos in the family album, he could tell you how much mashed potatoes he wanted on his plate. It was all in the delivery.

Please leave a comment with your first 50 words on the topic “four.”

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Author: Virginia DeBolt

Writer and teacher who writes blogs about web education, writing practice, and pop culture.

1 thought on “Four”

  1. It was four o’clock—time to stop working at the computer. The day had been overcast and fairly quiet giving her a chance to make great headway on what she was working on. The chime of the clock alerted her that it was quitting time. Now to the other artful project waiting for her in the kitchen—dinner.

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