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Arthur Ashe
I finished Arthur Ashe by Raymond Arsenault tonight. Here are several six word stories about Arthur Ashe. I will keep trying.
Black man,
white game,
undying love.
Days of glory,
days of grace.
Calm in storm,
gone too soon.
Returned
blazing serves;
justice for injustice.
Living well,
dying young,
never forgotten.
Justice giant
Sharecropper’s son,
Baltimore’s own,
justice giant.
Congressman Elijah E. Cummings
January 18, 1951 – October 17, 2019
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Six words
Don’t ask why.
Nor how often.
Nor how long it will last.
But the concept of the six word story (Google it if you need to do so) has grabbed my attention.
Nothing I write will compare to the classic story attributed to Ernest Hemingway:
For sale: baby shoes, never used.
But I have no intention of competing with The Old Man and the Sea.
If this proves fun, it will distract me for a while.
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Along the Graybeard Trail 