No listener

No story lives unless someone wants to listen.  The first time I told the story it was to a person working alongside me, a captive audience used to my meandering tales, but, to be fair, it had been an interesting event worth the telling.  The second time it was to a family member who was only interested out of duty, supportive but, although slightly honed, not critical of my storytelling skills.  And I was ready to tell the tale on the third telling, I had sorted the order and the development.  But you weren't there to listen.

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