This is wonderful! I love the way you mix humor and otherworldliness, so that anything is possible, and things just get nuttier and nuttier with a slow crescendo. I love the unhurried pace of the story and the warning that madness may lie in too much holding on.
Hannah, you’ve transformed a possibly simple prompt to an almost supernatural narrative where the reader has difficulty separating the magical from the mundane. Well done.
I still have dreams about the home I grew up in. It's amazing how a home can settle itself into you so deeply that you dream about it years and years after you left it behind. Beautifully and creatively captured! I like what Tara said--mix of humor and otherworldliness and that crescendo to nuttiness!
I felt in expert hands from the start. The ache of nostalgia; the dogged push through each day. A seeming refusal to relitigate the past while also indulging that very urge. I LOL’d at “My son said it looked as though a canary had vomited scrambled egg all over the walls,” then came the turn — a crushing reveal of isolation and estrangement. Marvelous.
This is wonderful! I love the way you mix humor and otherworldliness, so that anything is possible, and things just get nuttier and nuttier with a slow crescendo. I love the unhurried pace of the story and the warning that madness may lie in too much holding on.
Hannah, you’ve transformed a possibly simple prompt to an almost supernatural narrative where the reader has difficulty separating the magical from the mundane. Well done.
Thank you!
Hannah, this is so well written. A dream-state with a languid, dreamy pace. And then the ending!
Thank you Stephanie. That’s lovely to hear.
What a stunning piece of writing. I felt this in every cell.
Thanks so much Jo, what a great compliment
I still have dreams about the home I grew up in. It's amazing how a home can settle itself into you so deeply that you dream about it years and years after you left it behind. Beautifully and creatively captured! I like what Tara said--mix of humor and otherworldliness and that crescendo to nuttiness!
Thanks so much Hannah. I appreciate that you and Tara both embraced the nuttiness!
I felt in expert hands from the start. The ache of nostalgia; the dogged push through each day. A seeming refusal to relitigate the past while also indulging that very urge. I LOL’d at “My son said it looked as though a canary had vomited scrambled egg all over the walls,” then came the turn — a crushing reveal of isolation and estrangement. Marvelous.
Thanks so much Julie, I really appreciate this