It sure is easier to add needless words than remove them!
55 words, GO!
Hers was not the only heart broken today. A scorned betrayer, she flees the mocking crowd who once were neighbors. The exhilaration of a dark moment is illuminated at dawn. Sowers sow, and she falls to the reaping. Morning light shames her face. “Neither do I condemn you.” And his heart breaks too.
Forcible writing is a muscle that must be flexed. Sometimes I wish I didn’t Facebook so much. Remember when there used to be a character limit? It would scream “Don’t bother! No one will read this!” and when I read it I would prune, prune away, barely realizing I’m practicing a writer’s least favorite (but among his most important) exercise. When artificial limits aren’t imposed, words like weeds will bloat and multiply unchecked. Considering it took me an hour to yield yield these 54 words (less than 1 word per minute!) I think that it’s high time I rebuild my brevity muscle.