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![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() I realise you haven’t been around much recently - you last visited a month and a half ago so it might be some time before you see this review - but I wanted to stop by to wish you a happy anniversary anyway. And as you might remember, I’m not much of a poet, so I went for a short story to review. I have to admit, I had forgotten what a great storyteller you are (that’s what happens when you disappear for so long and don’t post anything new ![]() The way you set the scene in this tale was great. Slowly, bit by bit, the readers understand what is going on even before the narrator does. She tries to explain it away by laughing at people in small towns and the way they never change, but after a while, even she can’t ignore that something isn’t right. ![]() The story was very well written and I didn’t notice any errors, so I’m going to use this section to point out a line that I thought was particularly well done: The trees and brush pushing toward the white lines seemed to cradle the street and me with it. I was almost home. I thought that was a beautiful way to describe the drive and her feelings at that moment. ![]() The ending was a little bittersweet - she got to see her father and appeared to be young again, but at the same time, it seemed like the last 45 years of her life had never happened. She still had the memories of her husband of 38 years, and as long as she had those, I suppose there was nothing to stop her from living that time over again, meeting and falling in love with him and having their time together. I wonder if there was anything she would change - work on her relationship with her father, perhaps. She kept saying that she didn’t believe in any of that supernatural nonsense, but it seemed like it was very much helping her out here. She was in a bad place when something/someone gave her the opportunity to go back to this point in time. It was a great story, and I hope you come back to Writing.Com and post more! ** Image ID #2154080 Unavailable ** ![]() ![]()
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