Flash Fiction / Aberdeen (Analysis)

My father always used to say, “In love, one and one are one.”  And when I would ask him what that meant he would simply answer, “Someday you will know, Sweetheart.”  I haven’t heard those words in some time.
        
Today, that saying plays in my head over and over again as I walk along the icy shores of the North Sea.  A light rain patters off my forehead but I am numb to it, wrecked inside by the impending void that crashes in with each salty wave.  I keep thinking of my father when he was healthy, how just being near him made me whole, and how just hearing him laugh covered my body like a warm blanket on a cold winter’s day.
        
I can’t bear to take myself inside again.  He is getting worse with every minute that passes.  I can’t summon any more tears of sorrow or any more words of comfort.  I hear my mother call from afar; her voice is raspy and broken.  I look up as the rain begins to fall on me with all its force.  
        
Running inside the house, I envision him standing there waiting for me, his arms stretched open and a huge smile on his face.  He’ll take me in his grasp and tell me how much he missed me.  He’ll tell me stories about my childhood and how one day, before I was born, he met this beautiful young girl who would one day be his wife.  He would say, “In love, one and one are one.”
        
Throwing my drenched coat on the deck, I burst through the door as my mind races frantically.  Somewhere, I can smell French toast and fresh strawberries.  How I wish it were so.  How I wish I was still five years old, on our yearly trip to Aberdeen, without a care in the world.  
        
Turning the corner, I am struck by the harsh reality; my father is dead.  I can tell from his pale skin that he has gone.  His mouth is slightly open and I wonder if he gasped for his final breath of air.  Falling to the ground in front of him I sob uncontrollably.  “I’m so sorry, dad,” I mutter, feeling warm from the blood rushing through my veins.  I grab his tepid hand and curl up in a ball next to it and rock back and forth.      
        
Eventually, my mother pulls me away and takes me upstairs.  She holds me tightly in her arms and I try to imagine that I am still her little girl and that when I awake my daddy will be standing there in his swimming trunks, a colorful beach towel thrown over his shoulder and a spark of excitement in his eyes.
        
I will jump out of bed and chase him down the stairs.  He will lead me outside into the serene meadow and there we will laugh and laugh and laugh.  And afterwards, we will have French toast, and swim in the sea, and he will live for another sixty years.

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May 11, 2008

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The phrase that this piece center around, one and one are one, in a beautiful play on words and draws in the reader nicely at the start of the story.  While the writer did accomplish his/her goal in conveying emotion, some of the wording detracted from the intended experience.

A light rain patters off my forehead but I am numb to it, wrecked inside by the impending void that crashes in with each salty wave.-—-- A light rain’s pattering is something that anyone could be numb to.  Add more contrast by making the rain harsher.  Also, an impending void cannot crash as it is nothing.  Perhaps play with the wave imagery; use erosion of the beach.

I hear my mother call from afar; her voice is raspy and broken.-—-—A raspy broken voice is a quiet one and cannot be heard from afar.  Maybe the writer meant that the narrator was “afar in thought.”  That should be clarified.

With a few revisions, the writer will have a piece wrought with emotion and supporting imagery.

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May 10, 2008

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Wow. You definitely managed to convey emotion. As the eldest daughter of three kids I feel very close to my dad and I cannot imagine life without him, even though I know it will happen one day. For something that has never happened to you I think that you did a magnificent job bringing this emotion out. For some reason I like the part where you describe the protagonist finding her father dead. Those few lines alone would be enough to break a readers heart if it were in a larger story where the father was a more fleshed out character.

Along with being able to show emotion I noticed that you are very talented at creating a character with a few sentences. The mother’s character is very ambiguous but there is purpose in that. Your depiction of the father in his swimming trunks was, although comical, incredibly sad and there was a longing in the character.

This is a beautiful piece and I hope you continue to write things this good and even better. Beautiful.

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May 10, 2008

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I loved this. It’s great writing, you’re clearly gifted, and the subject is really sad. It made me think of my dad, made me sad that I hadn’t talked to him in months, and now I’m gonna go and call him.

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May 10, 2008

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Yes, it’s emotional. It is also well written. There is nothing here to distract from the emotion you convey. I think most readers will connect to this.

There is always room for polishing. Jincy Willett has written some great short stories about fathers and death in Jenny & the Jaws of Life. I’m sure reading these short stories would inspire your writing.

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May 10, 2008

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I don’t know what flash fiction is, but I think it deserves a 10 for it.

Now on to the critique, I truly love it.  It was sad and sweet at the same time.

I felt the pain of the young women, remembering the times with her dad when he was healthy.

I felt the sorrow that she wasn’t there when he drew his last breath and she wasn’t there.

That short story was beautiful, i felt the wetness of the rain and the smell of the salt from the ocean as she walked along the shore.

It was beautifully  written and I hope that it gets published.

Keep writing.

Continued Success.

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May 08, 2008

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Very sad.

You can not really know pain until you have lost someone that is intimately close to you. A father, a mother, a sibling or a grandparent.

I thought it was really good. There is not a day that goes by that I do not long to hear my grandma’s voice again. This October will be two years.

Thank you for sharing.

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May 08, 2008

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Though your work was beautiful and brought tears to my eyes.  Reading this evoked thoughts of my own lost ones and pain I felt when they passed away.  You’re very talented writer and your words moved me.  Keep up the good work!

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May 08, 2008

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tears of sorrow; and a few other lines seem pretty cliche, so that would be something to good to change up.

Other than that, I love the frankness you give in the story, but it might be a little better if somehow you led back to the saying of “one”  that was mentioned through it.  Maybe one way would be instead of mourning and hating the fact that her father is gone, suddenly he was inside of the narrator later in life.

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May 08, 2008

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Wow! very heart wrenching. I like how you describe everything it really gives me as the reader a sense of being there. I loved it. I would have liked to read a little description of the father to get a sense of what it was that this person was losing. But really. Wow! Great job

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May 08, 2008

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Did this “inflict” emotion?  Sure it did.  As far as whether or not I liked it, I have to say that while it was well written, I’ve read so many stories that show the emotional response to grief through memory that they’ve all begun to run together.

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