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Footsteps in the Snow

by Lava


A/N: I might have missed changing the tenses at some parts when I was rewriting these scenes.

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Conversations with Tommy - I

"Mommy has given only one apple Tommy, but I had to give it to that cute dog. He was begging for it. You understand, right? I eat my fruits otherwise."

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"When I'm older... I will use the levvy-gator. Till then you have to climb with me. "

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"Let's play in my room, Tommy. Come."

Maria Duarte

She walked across the room while a stray thought to mend the covers on the sofa meandered and vanished as she reached the door. A smile, one that speaks of wistful longings creeped on her face as she notices a sign - a piece of paper large childish writing in 'Jazzberry Jam' Crayola which read :

I AM BUSY. DO NOT NOCK.

Maria knocked, ignoring the sign with a small rat-a-tat. "Em, Em dear?", she asked.

There was no reply, but she heard the scuffle of bare feet across the room.

"Em? Emmy?", she tried again.

"Emmy darling, do you want any food? And open up dear, I stitched Tommy a new shirt." She said.

The door opened a peek; of course it would, if it was Tommy. Maria handed Emily the shirt, in a deeep navy blue, with some crochet work. Added as an afterthought, quite possible, because otherwise, it was another plain shirt.

Little Emily, quite unlike her mother in blonde pigtails sticking by the sides of her head, nodded and with a mischievous grin playing around her gray eyes, she took the shirt from her mother and dashed into her room.

It is late, and Emily has obviously slept. Maria picked up a cigarette, and rolled it in her fingers. She shouldn't, she knew. But she couldn't help it. She knew that as well. Gripping the cigarette with calloused fingers that could hardly discern the softness of Emily's hair anymore, she moved to her bedroom. At least as far away from Emily as possible.

She thought of the first time she picked up a cigarette - when Emily was still an unknown foetus. She should've stopped when she saw that second purple line for the first time. Of course she didn't; she needed company.

She was worried that her child spent so many hours locked up in her room the past couple of days. She wished more for Emily, not a tiny balcony-turned-bedroom littered with second- or even third-hand dolls.

Conversations with Tommy - II

"Tommy, do you know why Mommy is so sad?"

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"You might be right. But she's always working. But we'll get her a nice present, won't we?"

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"I want to see it too. But no one can take us there, Tommy."

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"Maybe Matt will come today with his cookies. I don't know why he hasn't come back. Did you hear her say that Matt won't? I think she's wrong."

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"It's okay, Tommy. I'll make snow angels for you."

Alice Wenkler

Alice sat on a bright red chair, looking over at the kids snuggled up on their mats under a blanket. She smiles. It was a job she loved, and although she went through each morngin waiting for that one hour of 'naptime', she knew that she wouldn't trade the job for anything. She used to babysit some of the slightly older kids through her community college course and she loved these kids.

As always, Emily was the first to wake up from nap. She rolled up her things and pushed it into the space allotted for her. She drank her juice - one of those from the one-dozen packs on discount.

Alice beckoned to Emily and said, "Emily, please make your way here. And careful not to step on your friends."

As the little girl trotted over, Alice took out Emily's worksheet and pointed out to her, "Emily, look here, why don't you attempt to write this sentence? You can pick any colour you want."

The sheet was blank save for Alice's neat black cursive writing at the top. The other sheets had childish scrawls on the dotted lines below.

"I don't like it." said Emily.

"Okay, then you can write any sentence you like. Is that alright?" asked Alice.

"No.", said Emily and she walked off to the blue corner, to play with Tommy.


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Yay! It's my Lava-bear~

Ahaaa, okay. So I read this through once and went back to read the first "conversations with Tommy" and it totally makes way more sense now. First of all, it's super awesome how to manage to bring out this really dark and twisted family situation without actually /explaining/ it. I remember reading stuff by Alexander Pushkin where he only referred to things as the reader would know them by actually being there, and it feels, overall, like you do the same thing. You are letting us see the situation for ourselves, so it feels like we're walking with the action, not listening to a description of it from afar. Super nice choice.

Also, there are totally a lot of spots where you forgot to change the tense, so be sure to go back and look through it carefully.

Oh, and before I forget, to answer your question below, I think Emily'd be old enough to go to school. She seems seven or so, but reluctant to progress (and probably hindered by the home situation), but that's not evident unless assumed along with the situation. Otherwise, nothing in the text indicates an age-range.

I want to agree with Rachael on the odd adult-speak phrasing. I was most bothered by this:

I stitched Tommy a new shirt."


You have to be careful. You are obviously trying to bring poetry and flow into the narration, but that can't bleed into the dialogue where it's not welcome. This mom doesn't speak that way, as far as I can feel. It just feels like it came from YOU, and YOU are not the mom, so try to keep them separate when you write dialogue. Same with Alice. I mean, I think I can almost excuse Alice 'cause she's a teacher/care taker, but it still feels a little bit odd. Up to you.

Whoo whoo, that said, some of the poetry feels odd in the description as well. Let's chug right along to this:

She walked across the room while a stray thought to mend the covers on the sofa meandered and vanished as she reached the door.


Because you're so caught up in bringing out the moment, you forget that you've used "while" already, and then you use "as" toward the end. Not all of this is happening at once, so you can't use these temporal modifiers together. I'd say. She walked across the room while a stray thought to mend the covers on the sofa meandered and vanished by the time she'd reached the door. That makes the time much clearer, doesn't it?

Here are some more examples where you lose clarity in favor of frill:

Added as an afterthought, quite possible, because otherwise, it was another plain shirt.


"as an afterthought, quite possible"? Too wordy! No meaning! She did it on purpose, because otherwise it was another plain shirt. By the way, are there a bunch of other plain shirts she made? I'd like to see them somewhere in the story to verify.

She should've stopped when she saw that second purple line for the first time. Of course she didn't; she needed company.


Good intent here, but it doesn't make sense. She needs company so she doesn't stop smoking? Logic does not work here! Fix it up please.

Now, one more thing I am curious about is how she gets outside to feed apples and learn about cookies. She's on the balcony, but how does she get down? And is she ever scared? And hasn't the mom ever wondered?

This is a good start, but it's definitely not finished, dear.
PM or wall-post me with any questions, and good luck! I'd like to see when you post more, please.




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Lava, dearest! I don't know if I've ever reviewed for you, and the thought is purely distressing.

This piqued my interest immediately, though I did have to go back to reread the beginning once I figured out that Tommy was either an imaginary friend or a doll as her mother vaguely suggests. The title makes me think imaginary friend.

At the moment I've accepted this as a small, quick little snippet with heavy amounts of character study, which I like, but one thing in particular is throwing me out of the story again and again: the dialogue.

I can't tell old Emily is supposed to be, but some of your word choices here seem directed at adults rather than any kid. I mainly noticed it with Alice, such as where she says "attempt" instead of "try", or "make your way here" instead of "come over here" . Maybe it's just because I babysit fairly regularly, and the thought of speaking to my kids (nearly all girls, come to think of it) in those words make my brain twitch. So! Extra attention to the dialogue?

Otherwise, otherwise...hmmm. I'm intrigued about Emily's relationship with Tommy, and the significance of the snow, a bit confused as to the worries of Maria and Alice and how they figure in. Going back to the character study thing, I almost feel as if this is missing a segment or to to complete it and bring it back around, to add your intended punch. Not that there needs to be some dramatic conclusion of big Pow!... I'm just curious about why this little girl's friend is a concern, if it is, and how Tommy came to be. I'm intrigued, which is the main thing, but I have so many questions, and I don't know if me having all these questions is a part of what you wanted or not. After all, a young kid having an imaginary friend or a good friend in a doll isn't so unusual.

I wish I could help you more here. My concrete suggestion is to look at that dialogue again, but on the abstract end... oh, I don't even know.

Feel free to pick my brain! Maybe your prompts will help me formulate whatever it is I ca't put into the right words.

Rache




Lava says...


Oooh thanks muchos! I was not paying much attention dialogue, sadly.
It doesn't end, nope. I'm still working on it.


I wanted to know what you think her age is? I'll pester you once an edit is up. ^_^




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