By Mary Mack
We drove through a blizzard today to see you. On those old, narrow Chester County roads that twist; the farm-to-markets that wind. But when we arrived, they told us visiting hours had been canceled, due to the storm. I made the mistake of telling Nick, “I wish I could scream.”
So Nick rolled down the windows, and opened us up to the cold. “Scream like there is no one listening,” he said. “Do it!”
And there was no one listening, so back down those roads I screamed and I screamed; the whole time thinking about you, and wishing you were here.
This is a good one. Nice use of a couple of “ordinary” phrases (the scream ones) – to make the situation vivid, and extraordinary.
It was a good story for 1st person.
Thank you Tony and Paul.
Oh Olive what a gift for saying so much without saying a lot. Your writing is always so real and alive.
Thank you, Waldo, for stopping by to read my story.
Love this. I was there with you, resonating with that need to sometimes “scream like no one can hear.” Bravo.
Love the poignancy.