Growing up I participated in a lot of public speaking contests — I even won a few. But, to my knowledge, I’ve never before entered a writing contest. [I did write for Teenage Christian magazine during college. And in high school, in place of essays on my AP American History Exam, I turned in poetry. I wasn't paid much for the TC articles. And I didn't score high enough for college credit in AP.]
Today, though, I entered my first writing contest. My brother regularly participates and has (unknowingly, perhaps) inspired me to do the same. The contest is sponsored by A Word with You Press, and the details are here. What’s so interesting to me about this contest is that any entry must contain 100 words. Exactly 100 words. I’m a sucker for a challenge. [And I wouldn't mind winning a hundred bucks.]
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“What’s the secret? Tell us.”
All eyes were fixed on the couple holding hands, cake and punch in the background. They’d married in a simpler time, 1959, when a man needed only his family, his farm, and his faith — in that order (though church-going men claimed another on Sundays).
Now 50 years had passed and the crowd, 14 of them grandchildren, looked on with anticipation.
Clara gazed lovingly at Marlon as he motioned with both hands, one still firmly clutching hers, “The secret to a lasting marriage is this…”
“Surround yourselves with family and friends, hold hands, and eat cake.”
You should head over to A Word with You and enter the contest. [Especially you, Janie.]