Hi Everyone:
This is a short story I am working on....
It kind of like a story that a woman is reading and I am not sure how to make it clear when she is reading and not?? Any ideas?
She opened the book.
Her fingers fumbled within the familiar pages, fragile and frayed. For her, the atmosphere in the room had instantly stiffened like starch. But for the boy, life simply lifted to lightness. The quiver in her voice draped like a blanket around the boy. He began to listen intently and she began to read. .
The floor boards whispered not under someone’s step but under the flame’s brutal ballet. Zach had been positioned towards the sun for hours now; his matchbox car was starting to wither into plastic puddles, dampening the duvet. In all his youthful curiosity he crooked his head a slight left, listening for the sounds that crept through the house’s concrete construction. As his juvenile mind became bored he returned to his habit of staring and again clenched the toy car.
The woman’s voice plunged deep as she struggled to continue the story.
“It is getting late, maybe he should sleep now.” Hinted a voice from the door way. The source of such sounds moved inside the excessively perfect square room. Her crisp skirt became brittle with creases as she bent over the bed. The smile she attempted to maintain was so identical to that of the other nurses that its purpose was lost. Far from sympathetic.
“You are reading it again?” she asked, with a sour tinge. When neither answer nor acknowledgement was given from the room’s inhabitants she plodded bitterly out of the room.
The woman again began to read, as if the interruption had gone unnoticed.
