A Short Story is Not a Car.
At the writers’ group, the first one I went to,
we were issued a list of things to check
when we’re critiquing each others’ stories,
the usual things like plot, character, setting, dialogue.
We’d put a tick or a cross depending whether the requirements were met.
All well and good.
Yet I couldn’t help thinking of the checklist that mechanics fill out
when they’re servicing your car.
So I said,
“A short story is not a car!”
This put a brake on proceedings.
They didn’t know what I was driving at.
but I felt I was onto something.
I pushed the pedal even further.
We were heading for a collision,
the tutor and me.
I didn’t know what the perfect metaphor was
nor did anyone else
but I was darn sure it wasn’t a car.