In this series, I will take the Word of the Day from Dictionary.com and craft a short piece of creative writing around it. My goal is to embrace the meaning of the word in some unique way, all the while trying out different styles, rhythms and characterizations. It is as much an exercise in creativity as it is an exploration of grammar. Enjoy!
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By Alex Seise
The folds in the old man’s hands were susurrant with the stories of amaroidal wars, depleted spark plugs and affectionate caresses with an equally aged sweetheart. Each wrinkle held tight to a story, etched delicately into the thin canvas of his rough, liver-spotted skin. Like the membrane which would one day fall away and turn to powdery dust, the old man’s memory would, too, falter and blink. But that day would not be today, and it would not be anytime this month either. From now until the eve of the last tomorrow, he would peacefully rock on the porch, wrinkled hand in wrinkled hand with his smiling wife, and watch the sun rise quietly over the cattails.
