[stylist] creative non-fiction "Snapshot" no language, no adult content
James H. "Jim" Canaday M.A. N6YR
n6yr at sunflower.com
Mon Sep 6 14:10:39 UTC 2010
Hi Bridgit,
descriptions are very good in this.
I could be wrong but I think "adverting" you meant "averting."
jc
At 04:21 AM 9/6/2010, you wrote:
>Dear List,
>
>Happy Labor Day to all. I am posting a piece I just worked on for a
>class. Before it is workshopped, I thought I would let you lot
>deconstruct it, and let me know what you think.
>
>Bridgit
>
>Snapshot
>
>Reaching the bottom steps of the basement, an observer would notice
>the following scene: A naked lightbulb emanates a harsh yellow
>brilliance stifled by the dark windowless, cinder-block walls and
>open-rafter ceiling. The grey painted floor resembles hard, cold
>stone. Separating the basement from the large family-room-sized
>space, should be a plaster wall, but now just the wall studs remain
>leaving a clear view into the large room converted into a
>bedroom. A skinny, blonde, young woman, Bridgit, sits in the middle
>of the room surrounded by scattered piles of photographs. Leaning
>against the wrought iron footboard of her bed, she studies a
>picture. With knees drawn up against her slender body, she stares
>at the image of a young woman. The small window above the bed
>shoots sunlight like a spotlight onto the section of floor the young
>woman sits upon. Bits of light reflect off the pictures littering
>the beige carpet around the young woman.
>The pictures relay a moment modern technology has frozen in time. A
>small-town family wedding snapped for the centuries. Bridgit is
>twenty-one in the pictures. A single year ago. She remembers the
>day, she remembers the feelings. Happiness that weddings evoke, but
>sadness that the occasion is not her own to celebrate. Joy to see
>relatives gone for too long, but restlessness to explore the world
>too. It was a third cousin's wedding, but the whole clan showed up
>to celebrate the nuptials. A panoramic shot included a large
>portion of family members gathered at a long table enjoying the
>home-cooked meal of chicken-fried chicken and gravy with mashed
>potatoes and green bean casserole topped with real
>onion-rings. Bridgit smiled demurely, picking at the food before
>her, while Uncle Lance, to her right, intently shoveled mashed
>potatoes in his mouth, and Tami, her mother, held a bit of chicken
>mid-air with her fork, talking, most likely saying how,
>"Fried-chicken is not a very elegant choice for a wedding, but I
>guess that is what you are use to in small towns." Another picture
>displays Bridgit in her black dress with a deep V in front exposing
>a boney, but well tanned chest. Bronzed arms connected with
>another's, she stood next to her fourteen-year-old cousin, Colin,
>already taller than her. Her blue eyes gazed into the camera as she
>flashed her one-dimpled smile. The focus of the next photo captured
>the wedding party and guest doing the Bunnyhop. Clustered of to the
>right, Uncle Doug and Aunt Becky grill her about college. She
>smiled quietly as, "What are you studying?" "Still music?" and what
>are your plans after graduation?" were fired at her. Years of dance
>training and etiquette school have taught her to stand erect with
>head held high. With her confident demeanor and three-inch heels,
>she appeared taller than her average five-foot height. Later in the
>evening, the camera snapped Bridgit laughing wildly as Uncle Brent
>whipped her across the dance floor like Ginger Rogers. Another
>moment captured Bridgit and Uncle Brent posing for the camera as he
>dipped her low. Another shot has Bridgit kicking her black strappy
>heels off as she prepared for a new round of dancing. Each
>photograph is handled with care and placed in a tree creating a
>timeline beginning with a picture of Bridgit's immediate family
>dressed in their wedding attire posing for the first time in years,
>to a snapshot of straggling dancers waltzing to the final song of
>the night, "I Will Always Love You." Each picture displays a happy,
>smiling young woman, but one single shot captured the truth. One
>solitary picture alone shows her with the mask off. It is the photo
>she now sits and studies intently.
>Staring at the picture of herself, her expression is quizzical and
>worn. Her gaze is intent as though she will discover some truth
>about herself. A rare moment exposed displaying a part never meant
>for public consumption, yet here it is for all to see. She cradles
>the picture in her thin hands as if breaking it will destroy some
>part of her. The camera revealed Bridgit resting her head on a
>propped arm. Escaped tendrils of hair framed her tanned face, and
>her blue, almond-shaped eyes looked off into the distance. Her
>expression contained longing, dreams and hopes unrealized, mingled
>with restlessness and deep sadness. Sitting alone, tucked away in a
>corner of the reception hall, she believed herself unnoticed, but
>the camera caught her. An X-ray imprinting her soul lay
>bare. Always so careful to wear her mask. Never letting her guard
>down, only to be trapped by a modern marvel.
>Placing this final picture in its proper spot in the visual
>timeline, Bridgit looks around the room. A blue "Happy-birthday"
>balloon hangs deflated on the wall surrounded by pictures from high
>school and college. Bridgit, Tera and Jessica smiled in their
>red-and-white cheerleading uniforms. Bridgit standing at the grand
>piano in the choir room, mouth opened as she belted "On My Own" from
>Les Miserables. Bridgit engulfed by Ryan, her boyfriend, the boy
>she thought she would marry. Bridgit and Tera, arms clasped around
>each other's shoulders, grinning on graduation day. Bridgit sitting
>on Joe's knee during a cast party for Cinderella. A letter pokes
>out from behind the balloon, a love letter sent by a friend who
>never forgot her, but that Bridgit could not muster the necessary
>feelings for. The letter is a reminder that some one in the world
>thinks she is special. A poster hangs on the opposite wall
>displaying Kate and Leo at the bow of a ship, and next to this
>stands a tall bookshelf lined with books from Little Women to I Know
>Why the Caged Bird Sings. Across the room a butter-colored
>dresser-drawer reflects her image in its large mirror framed by
>carved flowers. Quickly adverting her eyes, she takes in the glass
>bottle of Miracle perfume and the organized assortment of make-up
>compacts and brushes. A Shabby-chic-style jewelry box is arranged
>on a corner of the dresser top, and necklaces hang on a pink
>heart-shape with tiny hooks protruding from the lace-overlay
>front. The open closet reveals clothes hanging from shortest sleeve
>length to longest as well as being color coordinated. Directly to
>the left of the entrance into her room, sits the thirty-two-inch TV
>purchased by Ryan, the ex, disguised as a Christmas present, but
>intended for the use of video games. Taking in years of memories
>and keepsakes, Bridgit finally turns back to the reflection in the
>mirror. Her blonde hair is pulled back in a long, wispy ponytail,
>an attempt to hide the sections of hair that have fallen out with
>portions of scalp still attached. Head settled on boney knees, she
>wonders at her compactness. Chest, stomach and waist are hidden
>behind skinny legs, and rail-thin arms wrap around just beneath the
>pale, gaunt face. Her eyes haunt her as they hold the longing and
>sadness grown deeper by another year.
>
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