Red's Wrap
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Reconstruction
It took me weeks to make this. I had to go all over town to find the pieces. That tarp, the stakes, all that rope to hold it up. It’s my home, man, and you just trashed it like it was nothing.
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“Fury Cannot Touch Me,” Modern Love, NYT, 9/29/11
The implication that the narrator had to watch his home being destroyed and confront the destroyer makes this story sadder still.
I know. I talked to a friend today who worked with homeless folks for a long time and she said that, when she read it, she envisioned times when police would wreck someone’s ‘place’. Helpless stuff.
I love the voice in this, and it’s wonderfully visual.
Thank you. It seemed very real to me for some reason.
What is everything(or in this case) someones home, is trash or junk to someone else easily disposed of. This reminded me of Eeyore’s house in Winnie the Pooh. While his house was a house to Eeyore, everyone else viewed it as just another pile of sticks. Nice job!
Thanks Kathy!
Destruction doesn’t take time but to build something takes ages. Simple but powerful writing.
Thank you!
I thought this was going in another direction entirely, so the ending packed more punch!