Odd
Lucia Odd brought something weird and unnecessary to school every day. At the start of class she would take it out and place it on her desk in front of her. First a plastic dragon skull, then a magnifying glass and so it went on. Eventually a classmate asked her,
“Why do you bring these things with you?”
“Conversation pieces,” she smiled.
That was the only time I ever remember anyone speaking to Lucia Odd.
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Comment by: Meenyee - 2007-12-08 04:25
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| Lol this is great, i wish i had thought of doing something like that when i was younger : P |
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Comment by: Dakota - 2007-12-04 15:27
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Wonderfully succinct and beautifully drawn.
I bet that girl has grown into an awesome woman. |
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Comment by: karjon Online- 2007-11-23 18:24
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You just nailed it, Louise, and that's why this is such a good story. You know that it's open to interpretation, you had no set goals for your protagonist.
Well done,again.
K. |
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Comment by: Louise - 2007-11-23 18:20
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| To be honest, I try and avoid giving my own interpretation of what I've written as, once it's done and uploaded/published, it belongs to the individual reader. All I'll say is Lucia is a sweet, odd person whom I do have little soft spot for and if you feel the same way - that's great but you may feel that way for different reasons to me. If you don't feel that way, that's great too because you've still reacted to her in some way. My only hope is that everyone sees Lucia as a possible reality in that they know someone like her or enjoys being introduced to her. So long as that's the case then I'm happy. |
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Comment by: karjon Online- 2007-11-23 18:07
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I just wanted to nip back in here and say, I found this hilarious because, to me, Lucia Odd is one of those wonderful wee people who mess with other poeple's heads. She brings these things in knowing that, one day, someone will ask, and she has the perfect answer. I love her.
But that's just my interpretation, may not have been what you meant at all, Louise. And that's a good thing too - different interpretations are the sign of a good story, in my opinion.
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