This is more my style of writing. It starts out as a sad story loaded with grief (an indication of my state of mind at the time?), but I hope the reader will ultimately feel a sense of joy and hope.
Whilst there is a lot of me in this story I must point out that thankfully, so far, I have not experienced such grief other than having to make the decision that my character, Lynn, had to make.
Constructive criticism is welcomed. 🙂
I wrote this as a competition entry (er, I didn’t win!) circa 2006. I like the positivity of it, and there are some aspects of it that I’m really proud of, but there is something about it that is more … shall we say, magazine-style than my own style of writing.
The ending feels rushed (to me), and whilst the final paragraph is somewhat sickly, it felt right to end it like that.
I’ve tweaked the odd word/phrase while typing it up; small improvements after not reading it for so long. I like to think that this story, despite my own criticisms, is a stepping stone to better writing.