This is writing that the reader can relate to in ways that evoke emotion around their own losses. It certainly did me. I lost my childhood friend in the summer of 2017 and am tormented by the fact that I was with him 2 days before his suicide and never picked up on the signs that I'm sure were present. As with your character in the first person, I am left with the emptiness of unanswered qstns. But alas, that train never comes.
Wonderfully written, Shaina, and cathartic to many of us.
This piece is some fine writing for sure, and as always leaves me wanting. It is a foretelling for some and unfinished memories for others, all with regrets for which there is no solace!
Just a comment: The background sky in Edvard Munch's Scream easily brings about the imagery of the sky you describe. I suggest replacing the line about Dali with this:
The sky was sickly and acidic as in Munch's painting, The Scream.
This is writing that the reader can relate to in ways that evoke emotion around their own losses. It certainly did me. I lost my childhood friend in the summer of 2017 and am tormented by the fact that I was with him 2 days before his suicide and never picked up on the signs that I'm sure were present. As with your character in the first person, I am left with the emptiness of unanswered qstns. But alas, that train never comes.
Wonderfully written, Shaina, and cathartic to many of us.
This piece is some fine writing for sure, and as always leaves me wanting. It is a foretelling for some and unfinished memories for others, all with regrets for which there is no solace!
Beautifully written!
Just a comment: The background sky in Edvard Munch's Scream easily brings about the imagery of the sky you describe. I suggest replacing the line about Dali with this:
The sky was sickly and acidic as in Munch's painting, The Scream.