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Henry David Thoreau said it best.

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Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. (No one will be ostracized for going over or under the word count.)

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Make every word count.

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Genre: Biography

Word Count: 99

CASA DE SOMNIS

            “Senyoreta Pepita, will you marry me?”

            “Ho sentó, estimat amic. I wish you had not waited so long. I’m engaged to another.”

            His heart’s door slammed behind her. Antoni Gaudí never again granted admittance to another woman.

            With tortured abandon, until his lonely death forty-two years later, he turned to his first love—his art.

            Colorful mosaics reflected the light in her eyes, sweeping balconies, her grace. Every glass curve and campanile sang arias to her, to nature and to God.

            Today Gaudí’s spires and clerestories graze Barcelona’s sky and the world delights in the windows to his soul.

Casa de Somnis –House of Dreams

Ho sentó, estimate amic,-I’m sorry, dear friend…

Josefa “Pepita” Moreu