Dee passed her story to Hank. He read the five thousand words.
“Where’s the rest?”
“That’s it.”
“The denouement is absent.”
She beamed. “Done on purpose, Hank. I’m going to run a contest. Readers will send me a conclusion plus a five dollar entry fee. I’ll use the best one.”
“What’s in it for the reader?”
“Mention in the acknowledgements. Everybody wants their name in print.”
“Are you nuts? How’s that an incentive? Who gets the money?”
“Me, to cover my costs. Is Dee brilliant or what?”
Hank chose silence as the wisest response, hoping she’d reach her own conclusion.
“Where’s the rest?”
“That’s it.”
“The denouement is absent.”
She beamed. “Done on purpose, Hank. I’m going to run a contest. Readers will send me a conclusion plus a five dollar entry fee. I’ll use the best one.”
“What’s in it for the reader?”
“Mention in the acknowledgements. Everybody wants their name in print.”
“Are you nuts? How’s that an incentive? Who gets the money?”
“Me, to cover my costs. Is Dee brilliant or what?”
Hank chose silence as the wisest response, hoping she’d reach her own conclusion.
