Good Morning/Afternoon/Evening/Night(whichever one it is in your part of the world),
Hi! I'm Knight Hardy here on a mission to ensure that all works on YWS has at least two reviews. You will probably never see this but....Imma do this anyway.
First Impression: So this was a pretty straighforward story. It definitely paid quite a bit of attention to build up the relationship between these two and that helps out a lot with making it really effective when the ending happens. Seems like a pretty decent little short story that you've got here.
Anyway let's get right to it,
I would sing at night, “Sing me the song that stops the blue. Sing me the song that can bring me to you. Whisper the words as I walk down the aisle, and tell me this life isn’t true.”
Interesting passage to start with but not a bad place. It sounds like it's got quite some emotion behind it.
It started out as an ordinary Saturday. I was just getting off work, which was a crappy part time job at the local Safeway. The only reason I got the job was because my father is out at war, and has been for a year now. The owner felt bad for me and or strongly supported our troops.
Okay that's a pretty believable place to start things off. Definitely sounds plausible.
I guess I should explain a little. My father and my mother are not divorced, and neither are they in love. They are about the closest you can get to separating… without actually separating. They would fight, and not just with words. My mother would call him an arrogant ass hole, and my father would throw a chair at her. Some people can’t help being violent. My father was just raised to be like that. His father would whip him a couple times, and backhand him everyone in awhile. My father thought since he grew up so well because of it (he is a doctor), he should enforce the same tactics. My father thought it was right of him to try and change ‘the error’ in my mother’s ways He knew they were not right for each other, but didn’t want to admit it to the world just yet. But when the opportunity rose where he could escape he took it.
Ouch definitely a very realistic sounding backstory for such a thing to occur while also being a pretty horrid sounding childhood. You definitely are doing quite a good job building up quite some sympathy for this character.
Anyways, I walk up the front steps to my old Victorian house, when I received a phone call. I looked at the number, and although it was one I did not recognize, I noticed the area code was from my town, so I answered. “Hello?” I said in my most cheerful voice. Although I claimed not to care what people think of me, I would prefer them to think of me as nice.
I believe that is the only thing that is in present tense for this whole paragraph. I think that you should be going with walked for this one.
“She is my mother.” I said, not sounding so happy anymore.
“This is Wynne Swain from Alameda Hospital. I think you should come down here.”
I ran through the door of room 316 to find my mother laying in a hospital bed, two nurses by her side.
I believe a scene change happens here. You might want to put something so that its easier to tell or the jump is too sudden.
“Baby, I’m so sorry. I wanted to keep this a secret for as long as I could.” My mother put her hand on her forehead, which symbolized the great stress she was experiencing. Her face was pale, and her cheeks were red. She was, as they would say “sparkling” from the swear covering her entire body. She looked as horrible as a woman who just gave birth. All I was hoping for was for something as simple as a new sibling, but I knew it was scarier than that.
Well...interesting choice of comparison but...it definitely works although I'm sure a lot more smiling is involved right after giving birth.
“Baby… I was diagnosed with Leukemia when I was six. My doctor is surprised I lived this long.” I started to cry at the unexpected remark, which in turn made my mother cry too. In mid sob, my mother stopped, and held her chest. Her face expressed pain. “I need you to be strong with whatever is to come. Honey, I want you to know-”She was pierced again with deep pain. I wish I could have stopped it. “I want you to know, that your father loves you very much, and all he wanted was for it to be just you and him. Don’t think-” She stopped, out of breath. “Don’t think for one second he didn’t love you, or it was your fault he’s gone. He will be with you for most of your life.”
Well I can tell from experience that this is in fact a long time to remain alive from that disease and it truly is a horrifying disease.
I wanted her to open her eyes, get out of bed and hug me like she used to. I wanted her to kiss my forehead and tell me how beautiful I was; even though we both know I am not. I wanted her to sing me to sleep. She had this one song, about a girl being sad. I barely remember the words, maybe a line or two. The first time she sang it to me was when my first boyfriend broke up with me. I was depressed, even though the relationship was only for a week. It took a lot to recall that memory.
Those are some really nice memories to bring up right there. Definitely helps make this that much more effective.
I sat watching my mother breathe, her stomach slowly rising and falling. I watched her open and close her eyes until they opened no more, and her hand went limp in mine.
And what a place to end on. Definitely maximum sadness point is where we have settled on right there.
Aaaaand that's it for this one.
Overall: Overall it was a pretty neat little story. It definitely stirred up a couple of emotions especially considering I have lost someone to leukemia myself which made this a little more effective than it might have been otherwise.
As always remember to take what you think was helpful and forget the rest.
Stay Safe
Harry
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