Same walk, Different shoes — my story is part of a community writing project: after receiving another's prompt each of us was asked to exercise empathy, and to do so in fiction from the first-person point of view.
I love the ruminative quality of this, and the sweet tenderness with which the narrator treats his memories. i could picture the illustration on the cigar box perfectly.
This was stunning, Kenneth. I felt immersed in the details, lost in the memories. And your photographs are stunning as well. The whole thing was so beautiful to experience.
What an unusual and dreamy story. I need to go back and look at the prompt you worked from because I'm so curious what the seed was that blossomed into this piece. Well done!
Oof, Kenneth. This is really something. I found myself wanting to make a playlist to accompany this while I re-read it, and that’s a first! All sorts of inspiring...
Golly this is a beautiful piece, Kenneth. One of your best. A wonderful blending of fiction and family history and cross-cultural experience. Your black and white street photograph is stunning. A heart-breaking, true line here: " But my mother was exhausted, soon monosyllabic after so many hours of being charming and reliable." And the last sentence is perfection. Me parece que TU eres un bicho raro, amigo. En lo mejor sentido.
This is so well written, Kenneth. I was pulled in immediately, sitting there at the bar remembering and reflecting with your narrator. Very glad this project has introduced me to your work.
Just take me on a walk and talk about everything and nothing...I so much enjoyed wandering into this piece
Thanks very much, fellow wanderer.
Impeccable, Kenneth. That line I restacked made my heart ache in new ways I didn’t even know it could.
Thanks so much for reading, attending as you do.
I love the ruminative quality of this, and the sweet tenderness with which the narrator treats his memories. i could picture the illustration on the cigar box perfectly.
And thanks so much for the "re"
This was stunning, Kenneth. I felt immersed in the details, lost in the memories. And your photographs are stunning as well. The whole thing was so beautiful to experience.
Thanks so much Troy.
What an unusual and dreamy story. I need to go back and look at the prompt you worked from because I'm so curious what the seed was that blossomed into this piece. Well done!
Oof, Kenneth. This is really something. I found myself wanting to make a playlist to accompany this while I re-read it, and that’s a first! All sorts of inspiring...
Hey Chloe, just wow. Your wishing for a play-list, like your writing, inspires me.
Golly this is a beautiful piece, Kenneth. One of your best. A wonderful blending of fiction and family history and cross-cultural experience. Your black and white street photograph is stunning. A heart-breaking, true line here: " But my mother was exhausted, soon monosyllabic after so many hours of being charming and reliable." And the last sentence is perfection. Me parece que TU eres un bicho raro, amigo. En lo mejor sentido.
Thank you for reading, Sharron, honoured.
Wonderful. Truly.
Hey Mark! Thanks a lot.
This is so well written, Kenneth. I was pulled in immediately, sitting there at the bar remembering and reflecting with your narrator. Very glad this project has introduced me to your work.
Thanks Holly, if I may. I'm delighted you've been drawn in. The feeling is mutual, as I'm now happily reading yours.
Beautiful through and through Kenneth! Had me at "unexpected enchantment"
Too kind. Thank ya.
Beautiful story. The mother is so vivid! I also love the use of multilingualism. 💗
So many thanks
Wild, wild horses, we'll ride them someday...
Somehow bringing to mind another sort of flight: https://youtu.be/MchWI3sLUQo?feature=shared
Thank you! Honoured. So perceptive Julie. Ruminatio Central...
Muchísimas gracias. Conozco Madrid un poquito, sí, y la me encantó...