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A Little Problem
Carla was playing on the porch that day too.
"Carla, my child !" Her arms were outstretched. She came forward, as Carla's eyes lit up, her cherubic features etched in a smile.
Grandma was returning to her family nearly two years after that day, rheumatic and holding crutches. But she was back home and all problems seemed small. Carla leaned forward from the porch and grabbed one of them. Her granny bent forward to kiss her, when she said, "I have one too Gramma", in a babble.
She paused, looking up. Her son was near the doorway with a pair of child’s crutches. Her eyes met the child's which was filled with merriment on the anguish in her own.
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Comment by: karjon Online- 2008-06-27 04:24
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Hi CC
Oh, now that's a tragic wee tale.
I got a wee bit confused here and there who the subject of sentences was e.g. Carla was playing on the porch that day too.
"Carla, my child !" Her arms were outstretched. She came forward, as Carla's eyes lit up, her cherubic features etched in a smile.
Because you start with Carla, then give an unknown person the first line of dialogue, then follow with 'she' then 'Carla' then 'her' - well, you can probably see where I'm going with this.
Anyway, other than that little confusion, thanks for the read - I did enjoy the story.
Cheers
karen |
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