I wrote this one not long after my separation. I went to work at a nightclub and met a wonderful woman who inspired the story. She was truly special, and I wish she could know the impact she made on me at such a vulnerable time in my life. I purposely didn’t give the woman in this story a name. She’s representative of so many strong and courageous woman who make difficult choices.
This one came to me one night. That’s all the explanation I have for it. The idea amused me (in a sick, Hitchcock kind of way), so I wrote it.
It still makes me smile....
Par·a·ble: noun 1. a short allegorical story designed to illustrate or teach some truth, religious principle, or moral lesson. 2. a statement or comment that conveys a meaning indirectly by the use of comparison, analogy, or the like.
From time to time, I write short “essays” and articles. I’m not even sure what to call them, but for the sake of description, I settled on “parables.” They are my response to an issue or conversation. I’ve included a couple of each here.
The “moral of the story” in both cases is fairly obvious. They grew out of (too many) discussions I’ve had over the years with those who struggle—because of outside pressure—to fix what is not broken, to heal what is not a sickness and to correct unchangeable aspect of how they were created.