He sat looking at the page on the screen, two thirds of it was covered with type.
He was shaking his head and sighing. He had his doubts about it. For some time he’d been picking it to bits. He had gone back over all three hundred and fifty odd words several times. So many edits! Should he read through his short story once more? He felt he had just about edited the thing to death.
Was the opening paragraph too long?
Should he have said more about the main character?
Could it have done with more dialogue?
Did the title give a strong enough hint?
Was the way he described it too obscure? He knew he tended to do that.
Should he have said more about the relationship between the characters before the main event occurred?
Did he expect too much from the reader when it came to reading between the lines?
Did the ending sum it all up properly?
Finally, he had to ask himself the question, what does any of it mean? What was he trying to say?
Ah! Well, he thought, another one bites the dust.
He hit ‘Save’.
