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Voices fade and there is silence. If she opens her eyes she sees faces whose names she should know, but doesn’t. So she doesn’t.
All that linked her to the world that other people inhabit has dissolved; bridges burned, causeways submerged. Behind her eyelids lie the sun-filled sky and brine scent of her childhood. She is happy, being alone.
Years ago a man came visiting in a boat; but now she is cut off, entirely.
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Comment by: Kowalski Online- 2007-11-30 21:49
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Intriguing metaphorical last line. "Years ago a man came visiting in a boat; but now she is cut off, entirely." Lovely bit of writing. I haven't read anything of yours until this moment, to my loss, but I can easily see myself reading more.
Bill K. |
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Thank you, everyone, for all your comments. This is the first piece I've put forward and it's nice to find readers who 'get' what I was trying to do. I think dementia is right, or moving towards it. Our lives are given meaning by our connections to other people, so I was trying to understand what losing those connections must mean. And of course the title, from 'no man is an island', suddenly seemed to fit, in reverse.
So thanks again for the reception. |
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| I can't decide if she's sad or just not bothered. Love the metaphor of bridges burned and causeways submerged. No edits to suggest! |
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Comment by: karjon Online- 2007-11-27 05:56
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Hmmm... dementia? That's what it read like to me. I loved that she doesn't even bother to open her eyes anymore - that was very well put.
Thanks for the read.
Cheers
Karen |
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| Bitter sweet story, Loved the line about not opening her eyes. |
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