{"id":7702,"date":"2012-01-07T09:24:41","date_gmt":"2012-01-07T14:24:41","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/?p=7702"},"modified":"2012-01-07T09:24:41","modified_gmt":"2012-01-07T14:24:41","slug":"after","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/?p=7702","title":{"rendered":"After"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>After she was gone, he took the pen she&#8217;d given him from its box.  &#8220;Guaranteed to never stop writing,&#8221; she&#8217;d said, smiling, pointing to the label on the box.  He&#8217;d thought that wasn&#8217;t possible, but then he used to think a lot of things weren&#8217;t possible.  He decided to start writing to her, all the things he hadn&#8217;t gotten around to saying when it would have mattered.  He began to fill page after page with his thoughts, feelings, dreams, places he&#8217;d hoped they would some day go together, things that frightened him, things he&#8217;d never said to anyone. Hours turned to days, to weeks. He neglected food and sleep &#8212; they would only slow him down.  There was so much to say.<\/p>\n<p>He was found slumped over his writing desk, hundreds of pages scattered around him, each filled with dense small writing. &#8220;Natural causes, I guess,&#8221; pronounced the coroner, shaking his head.  The detective pondered this, as he picked up the small pen lying next to the man&#8217;s open hand.  &#8220;Well, one thing I can say,&#8221; he said, running the tip across a random sheet of paper, looking at the clean blue line it left, &#8220;this pen sure can write.&#8221;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>After she was gone, he took the pen she&#8217;d given him from its box. &#8220;Guaranteed to never stop writing,&#8221; she&#8217;d said, smiling, pointing to the label on the box. He&#8217;d thought that wasn&#8217;t possible, but then he used to think a lot of things weren&#8217;t possible. He decided to start writing to her, all the &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/?p=7702\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;After&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7702"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=7702"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7702\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7703,"href":"https:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7702\/revisions\/7703"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=7702"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=7702"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=7702"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}