The next pages in Maria’s journal initially appear to be a mundane list of things to do, with tasks like going to the dollar store, faxing a letter, etc. But knowing that Maria is a healer, it’s intriguing to see that she also needs to buy more white candles, presumably so she can do more exorcisms. She also lists getting two 2”x2” photos taken. That’s the size and quantity needed to apply for a passport. Is she planning an escape? That also explains why she needs to call the Health Department. Or does it? Maybe she’s having some other tests done…
But if she’s trying to get away, why does she have the phone number for, and an interview date with a Ms. Hoe (I’m not making that name up!) who manages a local big-box store? Is she going to get a job before she makes her escape?
Finally, because she’s beautiful and independent, she lists that’s she’s got to get her nails done. That’s important for giving proper neck massages.
The next page in the spiral bound notebook has been torn out. It could mean nothing, but it could also speak volumes, because the next entry lets us add even more names to our list of Maria’s love interests. We’ll pick up the story there.
Maybe that explains the page torn from the book; she doesn’t remember what she did that day, so she doesn’t want us to know either.
Maria, the foreshadowing you’ve done already tells us readers that you’re here to meet a man. Are you sure you’re not a trained writer?
She certainly doesn't waste any time, does she?
Is it possible to put any more foreshadowing into a story?
Boring? My readership is up 20% since I started sharing your story, Maria.
If it hasn’t happened to you already, this is where it will get very painful to read.
Me. Me. Me. Maybe, just maybe, this is why she has trouble having meaningful relationships.
Next she puts into words exactly how many of us feel about our bicycles:
My bicycle does all of that for me. Maybe what Maria really needs is a bike. But for now its back to the same recurring, painful pattern:
I won’t make your read it all. She ends with this prayer:
Next time: Maria’s prayer gets answered. Or does it?
It is all about me me me me me.....
ReplyDeleteSounds like "Matchmaker, matchmaker make me a match, find me a find, catch me a catch.."
This little display of voyerism reminds me of a little somethiing that was found in the basement of the Stewed Rat's plant lab. Um, I sense a pattern here. These are some good nuggets.
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