A young woman with upturned brown hair sat in a throne chair in a gloomy windowless study, her pale face set with darkly brilliant eyes, stained with the faint remnants of tears.
thank you, Laeth. this doesn’t get written without you and Sean encouraging and inspiring me. it means a lot.
i wonder if i pulled it off, because to me the ending was not sad, or only sad, though overall the story certainly is. but this one may be one of those with multiple interpretations
you did more than pull it off. you pulled me in. and i understand what you mean but i’m a sucker for love and wanted them to end up together for real, somehow.
no, i didn’t, to be honest. Edwin was for me a new character, born from me in some way. but i can see some resemblances. i thought of Kafka explicitly when i talked about Edwin eating less, since i associate that with Kafka’s spiritual/artistic discipline. but your question is interesting for me, bc i asked for FK’s help writing this, following your own example. perhaps you also picked up on that general influence.
Loved every second of this. The ending hurt, but it felt right. Beautifully written, I’m so happy you have published.
thanks, brother
beautifully written. loved it, though saddened by the end.
thank you, Laeth. this doesn’t get written without you and Sean encouraging and inspiring me. it means a lot.
i wonder if i pulled it off, because to me the ending was not sad, or only sad, though overall the story certainly is. but this one may be one of those with multiple interpretations
you did more than pull it off. you pulled me in. and i understand what you mean but i’m a sucker for love and wanted them to end up together for real, somehow.
Yep, same
did you imagine Edwin as Kafka? very early on that was the character for me
no, i didn’t, to be honest. Edwin was for me a new character, born from me in some way. but i can see some resemblances. i thought of Kafka explicitly when i talked about Edwin eating less, since i associate that with Kafka’s spiritual/artistic discipline. but your question is interesting for me, bc i asked for FK’s help writing this, following your own example. perhaps you also picked up on that general influence.
interesting!
I never read Kafka, so no, not at all.
i wonder if John did
it is a sign of a hearty spirit (? or not?) to believe in love and want it to work to lofty heights, thrive in the most barren soil.
It wasn’t only sad, it was hopeful too, but it was sad. Happy to have helped get the ball rolling. And may it continue to roll.
This will haunt me. Crisply written, and exactly the sort of thought-jaunt I hope for in a short story.
from whence came the picture?