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AJ's Mother

by 4revgreen

A/N this is not my best work. I wrote it a couple of years ago as a plan for the opening for a short film. I would love some feedback :-)


A wisp of blonde hair, flying over the shoulder of a tall woman in a white dress. That was all AJ remembered of her mother. A distant memory, one that might not have even been hers, but she clung to it as she exited the plane into the airport. This would be the first time she’d seen her mum since she was 3 years old. 12 years was a long time, and she didn’t know what to expect. 12 years of not knowing the truth was even longer.

AJ had never been on a plane before, and never wanted to again. Being in the air in a big aluminium tube was not her idea of a good trip, but no one else had been freaking out, so she had kept herself calm, her head deep in the book she was absorbed in. The worst part had been taking off. She couldn’t concentrate on the words, they kept flying around on the page as the engine roared and her headache soared.

This airport was busier and louder than the one back in England. Here, no one seemed to care that there were other people around them, everyone just charged around like they were the only ones there. She couldn’t spot her mother anywhere, being only 5”2, AJ was unable to see over anyone’s heads, stuck trying to squeeze through the business suits and Hawaiian shirts. This was not the reunion she pictured. In her mind, it was like a modern-day Railway Children, with AJ jumping off the plane and running into her mother’s arms.

Over the continuous hum of pointless conversation, AJ heard a voice call out her full name. She cringed at the use and swivelled round in the crowd, knocking into several people and tripping over a handful of suitcases as she made her way towards the voice. Then she saw her, the woman from her memory, except she’d aged, and was wearing a tight formal grey dress and blazer, with high heels that looked almost impossible to walk in. Other than that, she looked the same; long blonde hair that fell over her shoulders with an elegant clumsiness, same piercing blue eyes, same crimson red lips that had no need for make-up. She smiled as AJ approached, the deep-set lines around her eyes creasing.

The woman leaned down to hug AJ, who awkwardly tried to return the affection but was put off by the overpowering aroma of sweet, pungent Roses. She remembered that perfume, and it reminded her of the young woman in the white dress her mother used to be. She used to be so free, so full of life and loving, happy and almost magical, able to dazzle anyone with her charm. What happened 12 years earlier had changed everyone in the family, but it stabbed AJ and her mother the hardest, a knife in the chest that they couldn’t remove. Like a tapeworm lodged inside their stomachs, eating away at who they were and shaping them into who they are now.

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Sun Mar 10, 2019 10:00 pm
Liberty wrote a review...

Hi 4revgreen!

Hope you're doing well. I'm here to give you a review. Let's get right into it now shall we? 'kay. So, firstly, I'd like to say, THIS IS NOT NOT THE BEST!! You said in your description box that it was not the best. Well, it is the best! I just have two things to say about your story. The first thing:

The woman leaned down to hug AJ, who awkwardly tried to return the affection but was put off by the overpowering aroma of sweet, pungent Roses.

Is the word 'Roses' supposed to be capitalized? I'm pretty sure it's not, unless you have it as a brand. If you are writing the name of a flower you don't have to capitalize it. The second thing:

Usually, when people write stories, they avoid writing numbers as numbers. They'd usually write it as a word. Like in some places you wrote '12', '3', and '5"2'. Change those. Like this:

12 => twelve
3 => three
5"2 => five inch two

There, that's it. If you found anything harsh, I ask for forgiveness. If you found anything dumb, or something that didn't make sense, please tell me. Overall, I loved this little story!

Keep on writing!


4revgreen says...

thank you very much! i will change all those little things, thanks for pointing them out!

Liberty says...

No probs, that literally what I do, point out teeny weeny little things. XD

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1nspire wrote a review...

Hey! 1nspire here for a review.

I really like the premise of this story. The imagery is great and I liked that I could picture the characters really well because of your descriptions.

A few suggests for this piece:

1.) A few parts seemed drawn out. When writing, try to be as concise as possible while still including details. For example, in the first paragraph, I would suggest changing the last few lines a little bit. Maybe something like "She hadn't seen her mom since she was 3. Twelve years was a long time; without knowing the truth, it was even longer."

Also as a side note, in formal writing, numbers below one hundred are typically written out, rather than in number form.

2.) Secondly, it's great that you didn't give away the entire backstory right away. I like the way you implied without giving to much information, however, I would have liked a little more detail about this. If this were to be a longer story, I can understand why you wouldn't elaborate yet, but as a short story, those details might be helpful.

Overall, this was a great story. I love the descriptions, particularly last lines of the second and fifth paragraphs. I hope this was helpful, have a great day!

4revgreen says...

thank you so much! and thank you for the feedback! I think one of my weaknesses in writing is always drawing it out too much, as i usually have too much to say so i just shove it all in :D
thank you again :-)

1nspire says...

No problem:)

Owning our story can be hard but not nearly as difficult as spending our lives running from it. Embracing our vulnerabilities is risky but not nearly as dangerous as giving up on love and belonging and joy—the experiences that make us the most vulnerable. Only when we are brave enough to explore the darkness will we discover the infinite power of our light.
— Brené Brown