When I introduce a prompt to my classes, I know one thing: I'm going to be surprised by the results.
This intriguing piece by Deborah Lee was inspired by a Chinese proverb:
A dying leopard leaves his skin; a dying man his name.
A Dying Man Leaves His Name
by Deborah Lee
by Deborah Lee
The
man in the story is fading. The woman beside him knows his name, but the
mountain in the distance does not, even though he has left many a footprint on
its face.
The
woman has walked the mountain with him as they climbed in the snow, up one side
and down the other.
He
lies in a hammock, no mosquito netting needed today. They would have walked all
over his face, drawing his blood.
They
would have a part of him, but not his name.
About
the author: Deborah Lee loves to sing, struggles with playing guitar, and enjoys
writing essays, songs, and memoir.
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