He noticed as soon as he came into the room.
“My bottles. What have you done?”
“Now, Papi, don’t work yourself up. She’s only trying to make it nice. Such a good granddaughter she is for you!”
He grunted, limped from the room.
“I saw them in a box,” the girl said. “I thought they’d look pretty on the shelf.”
Yanna hugged her arm. “Papi can be strange about his things.” She considered the bottles on the shelf. “He will come to like it. So pretty, as you say!”
“Is he like this because of the—the camps?”
Yanna nodded.
You painted credible characters and a real situation in very few words.
Well done.
Vividly crafted characters and a poignant tale.
What one witnesses can hardly if ever be erased. Very vivid with so few words used.
Dear J Hardy,
Subtle but powerful.
Shalom,
Rochelle
That hangs together really well.
Good piece.
The struggles of the older generations are never quite appreciated by the young. I’m not sure Papi will ever like it. Great story, very powerful.
Oh, that’s good. Very subtly told, and the role of the granddaughter and the bottles works brilliantly.