“C’mon, you know it’ll be good to see them.” He tossed the suitcases in the trunk. “It’s been 40 years since we’ve been back. Since you’ve seen them, right?”
“Has it been that, really?” She looked at him. He had looked so good on the street that morning. Hopeful, promising. She hadn’t even hesitated when two weeks later he asked her to come along. She closed the trunk. “It just doesn’t seem that long ago.” But it had been. Each year she looked for the letter that didn’t come. After a few years she had stopped expecting, but never stopped hoping. When Michael handed the letter to her last week and she read the return address, all the old hopes flooded back.
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Also, the first 13 could take place anywhere, anytime, so I'm wondering what the fantasy element is and how quickly the story gets to it.
The situation interests me enough to take a look at the rest. Please, send it on.
“C’mon, you know it’ll be good to see them.” Michael tossed the suitcases into the trunk of the beat up Chrysler. “It’s been 40 years since you’ve seen them, right?”
“Has it been that long, really?” He had looked so promising on the street that morning leaning on this same car. There was something different about this boy from all the others who had passed through her small town. She hardly hesitated when two weeks later he asked her to come along. Her responsibility to her Mom and sisters tugged on her, she knew she should have stayed but Michael laid escape at her feet like a gift from the gods. She hadn’t looked back; at least not for a few years. She closed the trunk. “It just doesn’t seem that long ago.” But it had been. Each year she looked for the letter that
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Pass it on.
Nick
“C’mon, you know it’ll be good to see them.” Michael tossed the suitcases into the trunk of the beat up Chrysler. “It’s been 40 years since you’ve seen them, right?”
“Has it been that long, really?” He had looked so promising on the street that morning leaning on this same car Okay, I thought that this was just earlier this morning. There was something different about this boy from all the others who had passed through her small town. She hardly hesitated when two weeks later he asked her to come along.Okay, this isn't two weeks from present story time but two weeks from forty years ago, right? I had to read it twice to get that. I wasn't sure how far back the flashback was supposed to go. Her responsibility to her Mom and sisters tugged on her, she knew she should have stayed but Michael laid escape at her feet like a gift from the gods. She hadn’t looked back; at least not for a few years It's only until this point I realized how I was supposed to interpret the "He had looked..." Then I had to go back and reread to make sure I'd parsed it all correctly. She closed the trunk. “It just doesn’t seem that long ago.” But it had been. Each year she looked for the letter that