Sunday, August 24, 2014
Language in the Park
Mr Bellsome always chooses the bench next to the
spready oak. You can be mostly alone to see
the light before evening.
Mrs Travis happens along, and he informs her that
"The Light is beautiful!"
"Beautiful I don't know. Pretty I'd go for."
"Pretty!" he tells Light when she’s gone. "I've always hated that word. It's like half a word."
“What can you do?” wearies Light.
Mrs Travis hears Mr Bellsome’s voice, and hurries
along the dirt and bark path.
"In my family," she whispers, "we don’t talk to nothing!"
Labels: language, point of view, sunset
