Beautiful execution of how a child’s view of a person, of the world, is so limited, and how painful it is when it’s gone. The realization of nothing good lasts forever and lack of explanation for where it went, no reassurance that it’ll ever come back. I’d read stories like this all day, every day. Well done!
this is so incredibly sad and full of youth that i don't know what to say. My brother had a friend when we were kids that drove him crazy but my brother also had a soft spot for him as the other neighborhood kids would not hang out with him. I always knew when he came over to our house because he would end up on our roof singing to the stars and somehow climb down the side of the house when he left. You capture youth in such an amazing way C.S.
You brought up a memory of my junior school and a girl called Louisa who wore a woolly hat at school. green and red stripes. she was pale and tiny but her eyes were big and black and shiny. she had bruises. we were all told she was very sick and we had to be kind and not tease her. she was good at playing the recorder and had a mustard yellow velvet bag to keep it in. she showed us her head once, downy fluff on it. she could spell leukaemia. she pronounced it slowly one sylable at a time, like she learned it and said it a lot. or heard it often.
one monday she was not at school and never came back. the teachers never explained. a new boy, paul jeavons sat in louisa's chair. they were little plywood chairs with coloured plastic strips on the plywood edges. mine was green.
my mum told me she heard from mr thomson in the village shop that louisa had died.
all these memories suddenly came from your story. Thank you.
I appreciate you too. We don’t talk as much as some others on here but I respect the heck out of you, you’re amazingly talented, and I’m so honored to have you as part of our community. This piece is killer, gets to the point, and hits hard in doing so. Awesome.
Beautiful execution of how a child’s view of a person, of the world, is so limited, and how painful it is when it’s gone. The realization of nothing good lasts forever and lack of explanation for where it went, no reassurance that it’ll ever come back. I’d read stories like this all day, every day. Well done!
Thank you so much Matt 🙏
this is so incredibly sad and full of youth that i don't know what to say. My brother had a friend when we were kids that drove him crazy but my brother also had a soft spot for him as the other neighborhood kids would not hang out with him. I always knew when he came over to our house because he would end up on our roof singing to the stars and somehow climb down the side of the house when he left. You capture youth in such an amazing way C.S.
Beautiful, Paul. I love the detail about singing to the stars on the roof.
full of life yet such a short life.
you really caught The Child here. great writing.
You brought up a memory of my junior school and a girl called Louisa who wore a woolly hat at school. green and red stripes. she was pale and tiny but her eyes were big and black and shiny. she had bruises. we were all told she was very sick and we had to be kind and not tease her. she was good at playing the recorder and had a mustard yellow velvet bag to keep it in. she showed us her head once, downy fluff on it. she could spell leukaemia. she pronounced it slowly one sylable at a time, like she learned it and said it a lot. or heard it often.
one monday she was not at school and never came back. the teachers never explained. a new boy, paul jeavons sat in louisa's chair. they were little plywood chairs with coloured plastic strips on the plywood edges. mine was green.
my mum told me she heard from mr thomson in the village shop that louisa had died.
all these memories suddenly came from your story. Thank you.
I love that you remembered all these details about Louisa 💕
Jacob! 😭
I cried reading it back
Fuuuck...👏
Appreciate you
I appreciate you too. We don’t talk as much as some others on here but I respect the heck out of you, you’re amazingly talented, and I’m so honored to have you as part of our community. This piece is killer, gets to the point, and hits hard in doing so. Awesome.
Damn, thank you so much!!