Hello,
Thank you for taking part in my contest "Death..." I will read everything again in a few days. That is when I will make my selections.
Good title.
I like the opening paragraph.
Grandma's voice in the distance is beckoning, “Come on sweetie, please, you can make it”.
it."
She is pressing on my chest, but I don’t breath anymore. The man in the white coat asks, “How long has he been coded?” The first lady, with the uniform, tells him forty-five minutes. They all look so sad. The man says, “We have to call it, it’s been too long.” All the people in the room look like they want to cry.
I think this should appear as:
She is pressing on my chest, but I don’t breath anymore. The man in the white coat asks, “How long has he been coded?”
The first lady, with the uniform, tells him forty-five minutes. They all look so sad.
The man says, “We have to call it, it’s been too long.” All the people in the room look like they want to cry.
I am floating up, as Mommy and Grandma enter the room. They are panicked yelling, “He must be baptized, we want him baptized now! Get a priest, do something!” I wish they could feel the peace I have. The lady that breathed for me last, brings me to them. She puts her arm around Grandma, thinking I am her child. Mommy falls back on the wall looking like she will throw up. Grandma sees my face… it has a smile.
I am floating up, as Mommy and Grandma enter the room.
They are panicked yelling, “He must be baptized, we want him baptized now! Get a priest, do something!”
I wish they could feel the peace I have.
The lady that breathed for me last, brings me to them. She puts her arm around Grandma, thinking I am her child.
Mommy falls back on the wall looking like she will throw up.
Grandma sees my face… it has a smile.
The lady says, “I am his nurse, would it be ok if we baptize him together?” Grandma nods, “Yes.” They take me to the sink. Grandma made the sign of the cross over my brow with the water and the lady says, “In the name of the Father, Son and Holy Spirit I baptize you John Michael Smith.” Grandma cries, Mommy falls to the floor, but the lady smiles at me as she closed my eyes. I think it’s ok if I go now. Grandma leaned over me, kissing my forehead she whispers, "Go little baby… go home." She sits down and rocks me in her arms, as my spirit leaves my body.
The lady says, “I am his nurse, would it be ok if we baptize him together?”
Grandma nods, “Yes.”
They take me to the sink.
Grandma made the sign of the cross over my brow with the water and the lady says, “In the name of the Father, Son and Holy Spirit I baptize you John Michael Smith.”
Grandma cries, Mommy falls to the floor, but the lady smiles at me as she closed my eyes. I think it’s okay if I go now. Grandma leaned over me, kissing my forehead she whispers, "Go little baby… go home." She sits down and rocks me in her arms, as my spirit leaves my body.
Now this maybe me, but as strong a story as this is I feel it would be even stronger if it were told in the third person POV. The reason I feel this way, is that I am not sure if such a young soul would have words for all that was going on.
My advice would be at some time try writing this from a different POV.
I will come back and read this again in a few days. I may see things differently.
Overall I was touched by this. But if it were a different POV I think I would felt even stronger about the story.
Alice
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