"Hot! Why is it so damn hot?! I feel like my left
shoulder starting to sizzle like a bacon on the grill. I was standing under the telephone pole shade.
I was third one under that shade. Two women were right behind that pole so
their bodies were completely under the shade. I was right there but the shadow
was thinner towards the end so it covered only right side of my body. There was
nowhere else to hide under from the sun."
Hot is a vignette that describes one of my memories from last visit to my hometown. My hometown is a city in Kazakhstan, however I wanted to leave out that information to let people from any part of the world to be able to relate. It was strange to write the story where the actions are very still, yet life is my hometown gets very still during the summer. There is heat and there is wait that much is expected. Yet, surprise is that something as simple as grass found its way to survive in the middle of nowhere.
Seeing your author's note, I am really curious to read some of your vignette. I've never met anyone from Kazakhstan and I'd be really interested to read about your experience visiting home again after being gone.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your response. My apologies I thought my vignette uploaded but It did not. I will create a separate post with my piece because I am not sure how to properly attach a document. Thank you again for the interest.
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Aida
The authors note paired with the vignette really gave me a sense of the stillness you are portraying. I liked the back and forth between your outside world and your inner thoughts, which I thought tied the piece together nicely.
ReplyDeleteLeaving out the name of your hometown was effective in making the piece relate-able to other readers, as it reminded me of similar stories I have heard about my parent's hometown, Saudia Arab.
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