I slid into the room, an outsider. I was invisible. So I could stare at them – envy their long shiny hair and flawless skin, their skinny jeans.
They looked through me on their eyes’ journey to familiar faces and to Her, shuffling her notes before she walked to the podium.
She began reading and soon the room itself was invisible, empty of everything but her words, her story.
Very lyrical…I really enjoyed this!! I want to know who “she” is.
Thanks. Diana Hume George, who I went to hear speak last night. She read a piece that might have been called ‘Romeo and Juliet’ about a young woman’s (her granddaughter) relationship with an abusive man. It was a powerful and unfortunate story and George is a very gifted writer.
AND it took me a second glance, but very cool for using the Wordle on this. Good idea that I may steal!!
Yours looks mahvelous…
This is very visually moving. I could feel the room go still. Nice Wordle!
Thanks! Wish you could have heard her, too.
Sounds like it was an especially poignant story and evening. Wordle just adds another dimension!
It was a horrifying story, actually, and one that we’ve all heard before in various forms — a person going back to an abusive partner again and again and again. She told it beautifully, though.
I really like this – you seem to go to a lot of cool writer events. How do you find them all?
And of course, I like the Wordle, too!
I’ve been lucky the last couple of weeks that there were these two wonderful events. I’m on every conceivable email list and facebook group/fan page for local cultural attractions, the university, bookstores, etc. and I look hard to find things that interest me. Sometimes there’s a lot going on around here, sometimes not.
I’m happy that one of us got to enjoy the reading. It sounds simply amazing.
Your flash is beautiful. It made me think of how sometimes I want to be invisible and other times it’s painful to feel that way.
Go out and live it up this weekend, enjoying whatever you do by just being you.
Thanks Shaddy. Week-end was a mixed bag. Memorial service for a young suicide yesterday. The beach today.
Ebb and flow.
This was lovely! I’d love to be so deeply wrapped in my words that I feel I could disappear on stage. What comfort that would be.
Oh, good, you’re alive! You’ve been quiet the last couple of days!
It is Spring break – I’m up to my eyeballs in teenagers and “Mom can we…..”
I actually miss those days…
I like the way attention shift from the shiny hair and the skinny jeans – all superficial – to something more substantive. The words. The story.
Thanks for visiting — and thanks for the comments. Yeah, it’s interesting to be part of the magic when everything disappears but the story itself.