The TV shows schoolbusses floating past the Wal-Mart in our hometown, our filthy neighbors driving down the main drag in boats, infants on top of the local government buildings drinking from Dasani bottles, old people with one arm twisted around tree branches like bougainvillea and the other trying to find the courage to accept the embrace of firemen while broken furniture and aluminum carports drift by. My husband goes to his father and sits beside him on the rented floor, and his two brothers follow. Soon eight massive shoulders shake and the huddle heaves as the women keep busy, pretend not to notice, and I stand frozen.
The power of the tears of the stalwarts in our lives is huge. What utter loss.
ReplyDeleteWow! This captures so much. It's hard to know what to say or do - and your character sums that up with the last line.
ReplyDeleteVery accurate portrayal of what happens when tragedy occurs. Some will grieve, somew will keep busy, and others cannot do anything
ReplyDeleteThanks for joining up, Mindy. You've got so much in here it's hard to believe that it's only three sentences. The first sentence is unbelievably descriptive but it's your last line that is really powerful and moving. This is an excellent response to the prompt. I hope you'll be back next week.
ReplyDeleteCarrie has already said it all. This is powerful writing.
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powerful imagery and great personalization down to just one individual. wow!!
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ReplyDeleteY'all are nice. Thanks!
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