Using Miscommunication in Your Stories
by Tim Suddeth @TimSuddeth I was in the kitchen, fixing a sandwich for my son. Well, not exactly a sandwich but a piece of bread slathered with strawberry jam. Then, I lost my mind. At least, it began to wander off. A mother was coming home from work and her husband met her at the door. Their young daughter had locked herself in her bedroom. Again. He was at his wit�s end. �Honey, I don�t know what happened. I was making her a snack and she just started crying and slammed her door. Will you talk to her?� She put her briefcase on the counter, walked down the hall, and tapped on the door. �It�s Mommy. Will you let me in?� She heard the door unlock and went inside. Her daughter, red eyed, sat on her bed with a pink princess blanket, holding a stuffed Eeyore. �Sweetie, what�s wrong?� More tears. Finally, with trembling lips, her little angel looks up. �Daddy doesn�t love me.� �What? But of course he does. Why do you say that?� Her little girl sniffed. �You know how, when you make my sandwi...