Aurora M. Lewis is a retiree in her late sixties, having worked in finance for 40 years. In her fifties, she received a Certificate in Creative Writing-General Studies, with Honors from UCLA. For 5 years she suffered from a bipolar disorder and the medication stifled her creativity. Once removed from the medication she began writing again with success. Aurora’s poems, short stories, and nonfiction have been accepted by The Literary Hatchet, Gemini Magazine, Jerry Jazz Musician, and Pilcrow and Dagger, to name a few. Aurora has been nominated for two Pushcart Prizes as well as The Best of the Web.
This ten word story was typed on a Smith Corona Super-Silent, c. 1957. Let’s call this beautiful blue boy, Andrew.
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