#186 The Flowers- Alice Walker
This is a stunningly beautiful story. It’s very short and
it’s kind of a prayer, or more like a dream. Myop is dreaming of
herself as a 9 year-old girl full of happiness and wonder.
“It seemed to Myop’s she skipped lightly from her house to
pigpen to smokehouse that the days had never been as beautiful as these.”
But as she travels further away from her home, this
peacefulness, this comfort fades.
“…She was a mile of more from home. She had often ben as far
before, but the strangeness of the land made it not as pleasant as her usual
haunts. It seemed gloomy in the little cove in which she found herself.”
So, she tries to go back home, where things were more
pleasant, more peaceful…
“Myop began to circle back to the house, back to the
peacefulness of the morning.”
But you can never go back. Once lost, that innocence is gone
forever. Myop comes across a tall man with jagged white teeth, and she finds broken
limb with a old noose. The further you get from home, the more you learn about
things outside your comfort, the harder it becomes to find that “peacefulness
of the morning.”
“And the summer was over.”
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