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By epifanioben
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03 February 2007 |
The passenger seat is pushed back
What if we were married... Her right forearm is over her eyes.
and let’s say I was pregnant
Her left hand slides over my wispy arm hairs
and the doctor tells you there’s a complication
The signal light turns red and cars gradually stop
would you choose to save me or the baby?
The answer is the baby, but when I look at her
And you can’t say ‘it depends’ either.
I change my mind.
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Written by fellpony (1618 comments posted) 3rd February 2007 | cleverly written and very spare. One or two things that i had to think about: why say "left hand" - why not just "her hand"? I assume you're in a country where cars are right hand drive. But is that important? And "wispy arm hairs", sorry, made me giggle, not what you want at all. The line about the cars stopping has a good image, but rhythm there jars a bit. Liked the use of alternate lines and italic to express the woman's side of the dialogue - to which "you" don't contribute except by thought and observation. Gives a good idea of the selfish female "need to talk" and the male "need to defend by silence". Well constructed and believable with a real tension inside it.
| Written by Phil (6738 comments posted) 3rd February 2007 | Liked this, with Fellpony on the wispy arm hairs, it just doesn't sit well with the rest of the piece. Phil. |
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