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Collectively,
UR in my thread
rockin' my socks
Morri, so glad you're joining us this time 'round! I loved the reference to tourism in one's own city (it's been something I've been thinking about a lot lately.) "People mistake me for a tourist the way I’m looking all around me." - the image really struck me.
Jen, I've already told you, but I just loved this. I'm so fond of the way that a few sentences can allow a reader's brain to play, to mix up and put together the facts the way they want to. I have a pretty specific idea of what this is about, but I would bet it differs from the next person's, or the next... the way that we all look at a photo and see it differently, we can look at your story and read it differently. This was particularly illustrated here: "“It says STUART. Where the bell is. That’s all.” Seemed the right thing to say, the truth."
Erica, what a lovely sense-memory-- "he grabbed both of my hands, smearing paint on both of them as well as his own hands. " Pain of youth vivid among this. Definitely brought to mind an experience that was similar, particularly with the "blithering crybaby I knew lived inside me."
And Eric... oh, Eric. This is maybe my favorite short-story piece of yours that I've ever read. You took this is a direction that was so ragged. So painful. And it really rings with the image-- and it rings on its own. Mojo, mojo, mojo to you.
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