Laura stood in the kitchen, stared out at the neat rows of brown houses. Morning. Gray sky. A knock on the door. “Yes?” “Sign here.” A clipboard. A letter. She closed the door, held the letter, looked at the sender, set the letter on the table, went back to the kitchen, stared out at the houses. A light rain fell.
I refused to have children. I am still awaiting the men in the black books to come and present the bill. I will bargain with them and remind them I grand-mothered others' children. If that does not work, I will claim I am still raising my inner child.
A chilling story told entirely through dialog! You are an expert at this format -no telling, just listening in on a conversation. Another substack writer who is very adept at dialog stories is Jim Cummings at All Day Long.. ( eg https://jimcummings5251.substack.com/p/convenience-store-chronicles-part-75b ) I learn so much from both of you. High Art in words, and completely approachable. Thanks!
I refused to have children. I am still awaiting the men in the black books to come and present the bill. I will bargain with them and remind them I grand-mothered others' children. If that does not work, I will claim I am still raising my inner child.
Doesn't get sharper or cut deeper than this. Thanks as always, Victor.
Wow...esta historia me deja una gran reflexión. Gracias.
A chilling story told entirely through dialog! You are an expert at this format -no telling, just listening in on a conversation. Another substack writer who is very adept at dialog stories is Jim Cummings at All Day Long.. ( eg https://jimcummings5251.substack.com/p/convenience-store-chronicles-part-75b ) I learn so much from both of you. High Art in words, and completely approachable. Thanks!
Good one, Victor!