He Killed Our Father

by compound complex 15 years ago 123 Replies latest 13 years ago members meetups

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  misanthropic 15 years ago

  " I slipped in to see him that last day he was here on earth, when you were in your room. That was okay, you needed a few moments to yourself. He smiled when I walked in but seemed a little uncomfortable in his chair. He didn't complain. Like you, never complained. Never uttered a word. But I could see he needed another pillow. He said no, I'm all right, but I said I really thought he did. He got a little restless, but I really knew he'd be more comfortable with another pillow ... another pillow. He got a little restless ... he got a little restless ... but I gave him another pillow, another pillow. It was so beautiful. He was so peaceful. I was with him when he was restless no more ...

  He was so peaceful...."

  Fantastic Coco- Loved it but this part especially was very well done!

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  compound complex 15 years ago

  Thanks, Miss Ann!

  I'm so glad I logged back on for a minute before leaving for work! So good to have you back. We'll chat again!

  Love,

  CoCo

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  misanthropic 15 years ago

  Thank you, I hope so- I was hoping to get some advice from you.

  Mis

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  nancy drew 15 years ago

  I wonder where Vincent will meet his new focus now that the old man is off the scene?

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  compound complex 15 years ago

  I make people cry.

  I don't do it on purpose, but it's because I'm a beautiful person. That's what people say. They look at me and stare, especially at my tawny mane. When I played my violin at recital people were silent. They were silent and they cried. Grown men cried even though they pretended not to. Old ladies said when I played the Chaconne it sounded like a child crying and they were crying when they told me that. But they know nothing about music or life or what is important. Vincent, my brother is what is important. They don't matter, all those people who are like swarms of ants crawling all over, going nowhere. Well, ants do have a purpose, I must admit, to be perfectly fair to those industrious little creatures. People know nothing, do nothing useful. They waste space.

  But some of them notice things, like when I was walking on the sidewalk yesterday near our home. There was a line of ants marching in unison - is there any other way? - across my path and I stepped aside because I didn't want to wipe out a single of the little fellows in my strides. I see things like this - little things. People walking toward me saw the ants too and they noticed how careful I was and they thought how kind and sensitive Vincent's little brother is, not to hurt ants as they go about their important business.

  I know people. They were saying to themselves, there goes a beautiful man, he wouldn't hurt an ant.

  They were crying....

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  snowbird 15 years ago

  Now, your tone is a la Stephen King.

  I'm beginning to feel faint ...

  Syl

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  nancy drew 15 years ago

  There seems to be a disturbing quality in Vincents little brother.

  There's something about the name Vincent that evokes a feeling I haven't quite figured out yet. Names carry something with them even when you don't personally have a "Vincent experience".

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  snowbird 15 years ago

  Van Gogh?

  Brilliant, but very, very troubled.

  Syl

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  BurnTheShips 15 years ago

  His art would not be what it was without his troubles. There is a lesson here, if we care to find it.

  BTS

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  Quentin 15 years ago

  "...ants do have a purpose, I must admit, to be perfectly fair to those industrious little creatures. People know nothing, do nothing useful. They waste space. "

  Brrrrr!! A cold wind blew through, especialy the last sentence: "They waste space." I'm going to sleep with the light on tonight...love the comparison in his mind, ant's and people.

  CoCo you have a PM.

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