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(This post was last modified: 03-24-2017, 06:07 AM by Todd.)
His mother was asleep in the car—
red-cheeked as a painted doll.
Her eyes fixed on some distant
point beyond his shoulder. He turned
but saw nothing.
His father unlocked the door,
and moved her head as if to pose her, but
his mother was asleep in the car.
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson
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(03-24-2017, 05:53 AM)Todd Wrote: His mother was asleep in the car—
red-cheeked as a painted doll.
Her eyes fixed on some distant
point beyond his shoulder. He turned
but saw nothing.
His Father unlocked the door,
and moved her head as if to pose her, but
his mother was asleep in the car.
I'm reading that Matt's mother committed suicide in the car. (the red cheeks, open eyes, and locked door)The lack of comprehension in the narrator's voice makes the fact all that much more chilling, as the reader realizes how this scene appears to a child.
Very effective, and affective, Todd. Not sure that father needs caps, as they're not used for mother.
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Thank you, Mercedes.
I made the change on father (not sure how those sneak through--good catch).
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Chilling.
~ I think I just quoted myself - Achebe
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There's a wonderful detachment to the scene, which adds some realism, as well as highlights the fact that Matt is a child.
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(03-24-2017, 05:53 AM)Todd Wrote: Her eyes fixed on some distant
point beyond his shoulder. He turned
but saw nothing. (This is my favorite part. I can see it like I'm seeing it on film. "Some distant point" spells death so well.)
His father unlocked the door,
and moved her head as if to pose her, but (Where did this guy come from?)
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Thank you all for the comments.
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@Believer: Yes, you are reading it as I intended.
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(03-24-2017, 05:53 AM)Todd Wrote: His mother was asleep in the car—
red-cheeked as a painted doll.
Her eyes fixed on some distant
point beyond his shoulder. He turned
but saw nothing.
His father unlocked the door,
and moved her head as if to pose her, but
his mother was asleep in the car.
It's pretty great. I rather liked "His Father", though -- makes that whole nothing bit all the more chilling, as it opens the piece up to a more, er, spiritualist reading. But then the capital would also make it rather heavy-handed, and already there's that sense of the creeping-in divine.
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Thanks River.
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson