SciFrac
WIP me into shape!
I'm toying with ways to create vivid characters, and this is one idea I had recently. Wanted a second opinion. What does this make you feel?
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Everybody was waiting for him outside, all his friends ready to leave.
“Can I join them, Mom? Is that okay?”
“Go play with your friends, dear. Don’t worry about me.” She waved him off with a huge smile.
“Oh, thank you!” He grabbed his beach towel from the bathroom.
“I’ll just be sitting here, alone in the dark,” she began, “staring into the Great Beyond without a soul in the world to comfort my brittle bones… Surely, certain death awaits me just around the corner.” She eyed him with a wistful air.
Patrick paused at the open door and turned back. He said, sheepishly, “You’re only doing laundry.”
“Quite right. No need to spend time with the sole woman responsible for giving you life. One who’s relinquished all her earthly desires just to provide for your daily wellfare since the moment of conception. Pay me no mind.”
“It’d only take a few hours, Mom...”
“Of course, my only son. What are a few hours to an old woman like me, wasting away? Busy yourself with frivolous youthful pursuits. You can always admire my picture after I’m gone.” She rocked in her chair, in a slow pathic way.
Patrick, guilty of his desires, closed the door on his friends standing in the yard. He walked back to her. “You’re right. I'll stay with you.”
“Only if you really want to, dear,” she said with a bright tone.
He nodded sadly, taking his seat on the sofa, and started folding her blouses into a tidy stack.
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Everybody was waiting for him outside, all his friends ready to leave.
“Can I join them, Mom? Is that okay?”
“Go play with your friends, dear. Don’t worry about me.” She waved him off with a huge smile.
“Oh, thank you!” He grabbed his beach towel from the bathroom.
“I’ll just be sitting here, alone in the dark,” she began, “staring into the Great Beyond without a soul in the world to comfort my brittle bones… Surely, certain death awaits me just around the corner.” She eyed him with a wistful air.
Patrick paused at the open door and turned back. He said, sheepishly, “You’re only doing laundry.”
“Quite right. No need to spend time with the sole woman responsible for giving you life. One who’s relinquished all her earthly desires just to provide for your daily wellfare since the moment of conception. Pay me no mind.”
“It’d only take a few hours, Mom...”
“Of course, my only son. What are a few hours to an old woman like me, wasting away? Busy yourself with frivolous youthful pursuits. You can always admire my picture after I’m gone.” She rocked in her chair, in a slow pathic way.
Patrick, guilty of his desires, closed the door on his friends standing in the yard. He walked back to her. “You’re right. I'll stay with you.”
“Only if you really want to, dear,” she said with a bright tone.
He nodded sadly, taking his seat on the sofa, and started folding her blouses into a tidy stack.
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