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The Charm (Introduction)

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I thought I’d do something different tonight. I want to share my Ezine with you. This is what I posted to my readers tonight. The story is below my intro to my readers. Check out the the part about contacting my first wife’s family in Hungary. I’m very excited about that part.


Mike


Greetings!


Dear (Contact First Name),


Hello, my family of readers!


Every three months, I enter the WritersWeekly twenty-four-hour short story contest. They held the contest last weekend.


I normally write inspirational stories, but this contest takes me outside my norm. I apologize for this. This weekend I will be back to my regular stories. In a way, this story does have somewhat of an inspirational ending.


What a rush the contest was. The word limit was 1,000 words. I received the topic at 1 p.m. on Saturday. I had no idea what to write. At midnight I had an idea. It was based on my first wife, Georgia, and her family’s flee from Hungary during the Hungarian revolution in 1956.


I wrote until 4 a.m. and went to bed with 600 words written. I got up at 10:30 a.m. and went back at it. I had plenty of time to write another 400 words. Well, apparently I had more words than minutes. I finished at 12:30 p.m. There were thirty minutes left to submit. I checked my word count. I had 1,265 of the little devils.


My heart pounded as the printer slowly spit out a hard copy to edit. “Why are you being so slow!” I screamed at it.


I cut, slashed, and deleted! I checked again—1,105 words—Ten minutes left! I edited again—cut, slash, and delete. 956 words! Perfect! I looked up. It was 12:56 p.m.—four minutes to paste it into an email, add my words count and contact information.


I hit the send key at 12:59 p.m. and squeezed under the wire.


My heart pounded for two hours after that. Who says writing is not a rush?


WOW! I was on a high.


I’m going to give you the longer version. I like it better than the one I submitted, with the two missing words in it!! GRRRRRR!!!! In my rush of editing I cut a few words I shouldn’t have.


I hope you enjoy it. It is pasted below.


Below the story are some fantastic links to videos for you.


I’m sure at least one of them will make you cry.


Here is the topic I received:


TODAY’S TOPIC!


She always kept the object safe and close to her. Mama made her repeat the promise over and over again during those last days. “I will never show it to a living soul. I will never show it to a living soul.”


 


She cried about Mama less now, not as much as she had before. She was missing Mama now as she did each night when she removed her scuffed shoes. She then carefully peeled the gray sock off her foot, and waited for the familiar object to fall out. Nothing happened. Panicked, she quickly turned her sock inside-out. It was gone.


 


WORD COUNT Stories for today’s topic must not exceed 1000 words.


Can you wait just a few more lines for the story? I need to tell you something. The story below is based on a Gerogia’s experience back in 1956. I used it as a reference. The skating and the tanks and the walk through the mountains are true. The charm is made up.


Here’s the amazing part. There are still family back in Hungary. Georgia has aunts and uncles and cousins. When Georgia died, I found a person whose father could speak and write in Hungarian. He translated a letter for me to send to Hungary so that they would know of Georgia’s passing. Her mom, dad, and sister were already gone.


We have shared Christmas cards every year since. The trouble is, mine have been in English and their’s have been in Hungarian. It’s the thought that counts. Anyway, two days after I wrote this story, Ginny had a Skype message pop up on her computer. I have it loaded on there in my name. It was Georgia’s cousins. One of them learned English, tracked me down, and was able to send me a message in broken English.


I am sooooo excited. We have exchanged messages and pictures all week. It’s like I found my family again, even though they were Georgia’s family. I have never met them. Now I can talk to them. My children will be able to get to know their other family. Is that cool or what??


I have been on cloud nine all week over this. I can tell by the pictures that my first wife is definitely part of their family. Even my daughter looks like them.


OK! Sorry.


The Charm

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