"I won! I won!"Â I shouted out from my computer as my husband was walking by what we call 'the computer room'.
"What'd you win?"Â He paused to ask.
"The First Line Short Story contest!"Â I told him, beaming.
"No, but what'd you win?"Â He asked.
"Oh, nothing.Â I just won first place, isn't that great?"
He looked puzzled.Â "No prize?"
"Yeah, but you don't understand!Â I got first place!"
He still looked at me as though he were waiting for me to tell him the reason I was excited.
"Don't you see?"Â I asked.
When he shook his head with a kind of 'you might be crazy' look on his face, I tried again.
"Really great writersÂ entered their story, too."Â Â I explained, slowly and patiently.Â "So that's my prize.Â Â To know that my writing must have been pretty good.Â IÂ beat outÂ someÂ otherÂ writers who, I know,Â are excellent."Â
Â "Oh."Â He said, nodding.Â I still got the feeling he was merely humoring me as he walked away.
I don't care.Â I know what it means.Â I'm ecstatic!
If you want to read my story, here's the link.Â http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.jsp?articleId=281474977230664&nav=Namespace