Hi there Holly. This is Kays here dropping in for a review on a very late Monday morning because this is the final work that I happened to copy and paste into a Google Doc and I have nothing better to do--why not review? With that being said, let’s not waste any time and delve right in.
I stab a spud with my precious fork. My only fork. The fork I'd been carting around with me since I found it in an abandoned convenient store tacked onto a gas station at the beginning of all this, and I'd held onto it all these months. It was plastic, and one of the prongs had broken off when I'd forgot it in my back pocket.
This is probably because the person is homeless or is very, very poor not even able to afford a metal fork but to be honest this reminds my mind a little of a post I read the other day about somebody with a friend in...college? That lived alone and only owned one spoon, one fork and one knife and I found that to be quite funny but this is more somber and sad that the person can’t even afford a solid fork to hold onto. Reading further on, this work’s caught my full attention as I realize this takes place in an apocalyptic setting? I love the voice of this short story, I must say.
The part about the narrator being able to eat their potatoes with no problem was an interesting addition and to see that the narrator and this other person eating potatoes with his hands are the only two people in Cape Cyon, two possibilities popped up in my mind. The first is that Cape Cyon is deserted or a ghost location but that doesn’t make much sense. The idea develops when we see that the narrator is both nineteen and hopped from caregiver to caregiver which I wanted to point out is...one word, I’m pretty sure.
I especially like how we earn insight to the main character’s backstory through their thoughts and how the main character lies to him about being there since September. I especially enjoyed the ending seeing as the main character didn’t say which September which indicates that the narrator was either born there (this is the way more likely one) or been there since a September long, long ago. Anyway, that’s probably my main problem that I have with this. I realize that this is supposed to be flash fiction or a short story on the shorter side and while this definitely works as so but I did want more clarity in the world that the main character and this other man are living in. Is this even apocalyptic? Do you want this to be vague? That’s my main question--do you want there to be room for interpretation for the reader. I know that I sometimes get hungry and I’m like “I want more” but it’s up to you on that one, really. Nice job on this, Holly. Quite the fun piece to analyze, I must say.
If you have any questions, don't be afraid to ask! I hope I helped and have a great day.
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