"Winter Wheat" by Anne McDuffie
The premise of this essay was actually very touching. I felt
a deep sadness at the end, although I’m not sure that was the intention. I
wanted the Grandfather’s tall tales to be true, just so he could live the life
he apparently dreamed, but I knew that wasn’t the case.
This week I also read:
"Signs and Wonders" by Rebecca McLanahan
Apparently I have a thing for authors whose last names include "Mc" at the beginning. My Irish heritage showing through? I don't know.
Of all the senses, I think sight is the most obvious, and it can be one of the hardest to describe in a moving, memorable way because we all can see so clearly for ourselves. I'd like to see what McDuffe does.
ReplyDeleteAlso, there's was a massive error in my first comment and there's no way to edit after you post, so I deleted it if you're wondering why there's a comment missing.
ReplyDeleteHaha, it's fine! I deleted it from view. :)
DeleteThis sounds like an interesting piece to read, although I may want to pick something a little more lighthearted for my next Short Takes.
ReplyDeleteCan you include a bit more context here, and maybe some text? I want these to work as close analysis of writing techniques as well as casual, book-reviewish sorts of things.
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