{"id":2723,"date":"2014-11-12T04:09:51","date_gmt":"2014-11-12T04:09:51","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/shortstories\/?p=2723"},"modified":"2014-11-12T04:09:51","modified_gmt":"2014-11-12T04:09:51","slug":"solitude-samantha-lee","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/shortstories\/solitude-samantha-lee\/","title":{"rendered":"Solitude by Samantha Lee"},"content":{"rendered":"<h1 style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.everywritersresource.com\/shortstories\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/mount.jpg\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-full wp-image-2724\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.everywritersresource.com\/shortstories\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/mount.jpg?resize=640%2C446\" alt=\"mount\" width=\"640\" height=\"446\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.everywritersresource.com\/shortstories\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/mount.jpg?w=807&amp;ssl=1 807w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.everywritersresource.com\/shortstories\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/mount.jpg?resize=300%2C208&amp;ssl=1 300w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.everywritersresource.com\/shortstories\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/mount.jpg?resize=624%2C434&amp;ssl=1 624w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 640px) 100vw, 640px\" \/><\/a><\/h1>\n<h1 style=\"text-align: center;\">Solitude<\/h1>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">by Samantha Lee<\/p>\n<p>The artist was seated at the top of the cliff when I clambered over the edge.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cDid you find it on the way up?\u201d he asked. \u201cFulfillment?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNot yet,\u201d I said. \u201cNot this time.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>The painting was the Yosemite backcountry, transcendent white and green under a crystal sky. My yellow windbreaker, earthbound, was a drop of paint drowned by the expanse.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI call it Solitude,\u201d said the artist.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI wish you wouldn\u2019t,\u201d I said. \u201cI\u2019m sick of solitude.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>He dipped his brush into cherry-red, and I left him painting.<\/p>\n<p>I met her on the way down. Her windbreaker was cherry-red.<\/p>\n<p>###<\/p>\n<p>I am a writer, nurse, and rock climber currently living in Vero Beach, FL.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The artist was seated at the top of the cliff when I clambered over the edge.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cDid you find it on the way up?\u201d he asked. \u201cFulfillment?\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":2724,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_bbp_topic_count":0,"_bbp_reply_count":0,"_bbp_total_topic_count":0,"_bbp_total_reply_count":0,"_bbp_voice_count":0,"_bbp_anonymous_reply_count":0,"_bbp_topic_count_hidden":0,"_bbp_reply_count_hidden":0,"_bbp_forum_subforum_count":0,"om_disable_all_campaigns":false,"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"footnotes":"","_links_to":"","_links_to_target":""},"categories":[5],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2723","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-short-story"],"aioseo_notices":[],"amp_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/shortstories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2723","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/shortstories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/shortstories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/shortstories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/shortstories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2723"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/shortstories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2723\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2725,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/shortstories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2723\/revisions\/2725"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/shortstories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/2724"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/shortstories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2723"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/shortstories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2723"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/shortstories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2723"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}