The rejection letter decided it: he wouldn’t submit again. His wife was very supportive of the manuscript: Mourning People.
The editor said it just lacked authenticity and the “mourning” in the title was trite.
He straightened his suit and checked his daughters’ dresses.
He wasn’t sure if eulogies were supposed to have titles, but he thought of recycling the one he retired.
The drive felt long. Too many people enabled him; he should’ve been accountable for his actions. His children cried as he read his words over his departed wife.
He started by saying mourning people shouldn’t be a pun.
The editor said it just lacked authenticity and the “mourning” in the title was trite.
He straightened his suit and checked his daughters’ dresses.
He wasn’t sure if eulogies were supposed to have titles, but he thought of recycling the one he retired.
The drive felt long. Too many people enabled him; he should’ve been accountable for his actions. His children cried as he read his words over his departed wife.
He started by saying mourning people shouldn’t be a pun.
