Today, being Monday, I had my writing class,
Our writing exercise was this:
Insert the word “only” into the following sentence and use
it as the first sentence.
“She told him that she loved him”
My first stab at it in class was:
“She told him that
only she loved him.”
She told him that only she loved him. Maybe she was right. Maybe
I didn’t love him any more, but I certainly cared about him. She may have loved
him with all her heart, it’s very possible, but love isn’t everything. The
simple heartfelt emotion of love can only go so far.
I made sure that every day he had a good meal to eat. I
brought him soup and tea when he was sick. I’m there every night to hear about
the terrible things that happened at work each day.
Maybe I wasn’t in love with him any more, but he is a part
of my, a part of my life and I know that I am a part of his.
Maybe she did love him, and maybe even he loved her back in
some small way, but his life has always been with me, not her. She was only a
summer fling S passing fancy.
I’m the real thing, no matter what she told him.
But I also wanted to try:
“Only she told him
that she loved him”
She only told him that she loved him. She knew it’s what he wanted to hear. She knew
that he loved her. But her heart belonged to another man.
She was destined to marry Ralph, so she did what she had to
do and told him what he wanted to hear.
Her true love would go on without her and she would be stuck
with Ralph.
She recognized that what she was gaining may very well trump
what she was giving up. She would live like a queen in a palace filled with
servants. She would have countess hours to do anything she pleased, to read, to
paint, to stroll in the garden. Ralph would be gone for long stretches at a
time where she wouldn’t even have to see him.
In face, now that the thought about it, she may be able to
have her cake and eat it, too. She could plan to see her true love when Ralph
was out of town. She could go see him, of even have him round to see her.
She was sure that her true love would be more than willing
to sneak to steal a moment together.
Ralph would never even have to know.
And there you have it to out comes with basically the same
starting sentence – certainly the same words. It’s a great exercise to see
things from different angles.
Try it if you like. :)
Cheers
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