One Great Thing
by Ann Thurlow
Your head can be turned by a beautiful woman or by a beautiful sentence. Both have secrets—each a whole story and an invitation to imagine.
“I’ll stand out here in the rain until she lets me in”…that’s what I’m talking about, a fragment of a song by Dennis Ellsworth, except that it doesn’t need music to set itself alight. It is an entire sad tale. It is a sentence full of possibilities. I like to think that each word is as carefully chosen as a jewel. How else to explain its elegance? How else to allay my envy?