The love mess


As I was cleaning out an old file just now, I picked up an old dog-eared manuscript – the old purply printed mimeographed kind.  It was a short story my mother had written for her creative writing course when she returned to Mississippi State in 1976 to finish her degree.

It was entitled “The Love Mess” by Vivian Braddock.  I sat down to read it got the surprise of my life – I thought I knew where she was going with it, but I way underestimated her.

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