{"id":902,"date":"2023-09-18T08:39:58","date_gmt":"2023-09-18T08:39:58","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/curatedlines.online\/?p=902"},"modified":"2023-09-18T08:39:58","modified_gmt":"2023-09-18T08:39:58","slug":"short-stories-14","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/curatedlines.online\/index.php\/2023\/09\/18\/short-stories-14\/","title":{"rendered":"Short Stories #14"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class=\"wp-block-image\">\n<figure class=\"aligncenter size-full\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"101\" height=\"151\" src=\"https:\/\/curatedlines.online\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/02\/ShortStories-thumbnail.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-646\"\/><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n<p>The fourteenth story in my collection, <em>When I Am Not Writing Poetry<\/em> is another very brief story drawn from life: &#8216;The Tenements Bus Stop&#8217; is a snapshot of innocence. Of knowledge so nearly gained. Once again the brevity of the story means an all too brief taster and once again the reader of <em>When I Am Not Writing Poetry<\/em> is offered a glimpse into another life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<blockquote class=\"wp-block-quote is-layout-flow wp-block-quote-is-layout-flow\">\n<p>She told me she loved me. She whispered it. She breathed in my ear&#8230;<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8216;The Tenements Bus Stop&#8217; can be found in <em>When I Am Not Writing Poetry<\/em> &#8211; available <a href=\"https:\/\/curatedlines.online\/index.php\/books\/\">here<\/a> or on <a href=\"https:\/\/www.amazon.co.uk\/-\/e\/B07P9R562F\">Amazo<\/a><a href=\"https:\/\/www.amazon.co.uk\/-\/e\/B07P9R562F\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noreferrer noopener\">n<\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The fourteenth story in my collection, When I Am Not Writing Poetry is another very brief story drawn from life: &#8216;The Tenements Bus Stop&#8217; is a snapshot of innocence. Of knowledge so nearly gained. Once again the brevity of the story means an all too brief taster and once again the reader of When I [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[74],"tags":[19,39,71],"class_list":["post-902","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-short-stories","tag-chris-armstrong","tag-short-stories","tag-when-i-am-not-writing-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/curatedlines.online\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/902","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/curatedlines.online\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/curatedlines.online\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/curatedlines.online\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/curatedlines.online\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=902"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/curatedlines.online\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/902\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":903,"href":"https:\/\/curatedlines.online\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/902\/revisions\/903"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/curatedlines.online\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=902"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/curatedlines.online\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=902"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/curatedlines.online\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=902"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}