T’ain’t dyin what’s the hard part. S’what comes after, fer
the livin and the dead.
Some call the livin the quick, but it’s livin after what
happens at light speed. Then, you can be most anything.
I thought it might be nice to be a star fer awhile, shinin
down, lightin the night.
Ventual, you get lonesome.
Turns to longin for a touch, arms around you.
It starts to pull you, a little tug at first, then it gets
stronger n stronger till yer swimming in a river and the currents so strong ya
cain’t keep yer head up. Then, snap! Yer jolted into a body, floating in the
dark, waiting to be born.
You don’t get to be nothing else. Yer a human, and a goat’s
a goat. Though I often thought it was a cryin shame some folks wouldn’t come
back round as a cockroach or somethin likely to git squished. An I used to
think I’d like ta be somethin like a dolphin swimming in cool clear waters or a
lion or somethin so fierce no one would dare mess with me.
But yer still you. You just don’t remember. Ain’t that
somethin? Seems like the old you would carry through, but it don’t. Cept ever
once in awhile, maybe you git a little flash. We think it’s dreams, or
magination. What else could it be?
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Dogs in house:
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Houdini, Brindle
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Music:
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A Little Christmas
Gift, Muriel Anderson & Jean-Felix Lalanne
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January word count:
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2249
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So what do you think of my attempt at writing a strong dialect? In general, do you like when authors do something like this or do you find it too distracting/difficult to keep you engaged in the story?
ReplyDeleteDo you have a sense of who this character might be? Adult, child, male, female? Is something already coming through to you?
I am thinking the person has died.....I feel she is female who died at an old age....tell me more
ReplyDeleteLynn, thanks for stopping by! I think perhaps this is someone in between lives, maybe an "old soul"...
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