Can’t Write This

Some stories just can’t be told

Linda Caroll
The Interstitial
Published in
4 min readMar 22, 2024

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It dawned on me slowly and then all at once. Velocity of a runaway train is how I hit the brick wall. I can’t write fiction to save my life. Don’t know how. I can write a wicked essay. Make you laugh. Make you cry.

Tell you about the time the lady in the flowered dress came back, mama shaking as her car pulled up because she come to take Shawnie away.

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