Good Morning/Afternoon/Evening/Night(whichever one it is in your part of the world),
Hi! I'm here to leave a quick review!!
Anyway let's get right to it,
You see her at dinner the night before. Drugged and crazy, her eyes meet with yours for a millisecond. Giant, watery-blue orbs above heavy, heavy, purple bags. Wildly bloodshot. Threatening. Dangerous.
You know that to contend with her would be impossible. Let it slip. Just play with the Spaghetti O’s. Oops! One slipped off your spoon . . . dropped plop on the floor. It seemed so loud only because it’s so quiet right now. Just breathing. Inhale. Exhale. Pick up the pasta. Hmm . . . try to break it in half. It slipped again! Go on in such a manner until she slides away from the table, silently, eerily, and collapses on the sofa with a desperate, obnoxious grunt.
Well this is a powerful little start here. Its such a combination of this very simple and childlike act and what seems like some very genuine fear and some rather powerful tension. It implies this person's hiding from a parent perhaps that's not exactly stable and it just creates this powerful and rather uncomfortable atmosphere that works wonders at getting our attention.
Finally you can leave. Scoop the untouched, half-cooked canned dinner into the snow outside. You like to watch the snow melt; you think it’s a brighter horizon.
Walk into your room. Trip on carpet fray, as always. Pull out elastics, along with hair. Ouch! French braids hurt--that’s one thing a hairdresser mother with nothing better to do with her time is good at. This much, you appreciate, in a kind of helpless sort of way. Now kick off slippers with the gaping holes at both big toes. Rub eyes with fists. Flop in bed. Sleep.
You're really doing a wonderful job keeping up that ever so slightly uncomfortable energy simmering at the surface even as we go through what seems like a fairly mundane and rather typical routine there. It adds an entirely new dimension to things I think and make this whole thing so much powerful, especially because we're never really told any reason for why any of these things are this uncomfortable.
Dawn comes like a scared pigeon, just rushes over you and next thing you know, you’ve got a bird in your face and some white, sticky stuff on your c . . . c-c . . .c-c-c-cold fleece jacket.
I’m getting ready for school now, Mom. Can you hear me? You’re usually up all night when you’re like that. I mean, off and on. You know what I mean. Hold on, you’re still on the couch?
Run to school before she can greet you.
Okayy well that one sort of confirms there at last I think but even here I love that it is still somewhat ambiguous until you really go ahead and try to connect things fully with the title. All in all it makes for a rather powerful read here for something so simple. You capture the sort of energy you're aiming for really well I think.
Aaaaand that's it for this one.
As always remember to take what you think was helpful and forget the rest.
Stay Safe
Harry
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