Aunt
The 30-year-old recording carries little of my father’s sister, no more than she was in life, ever-present shadow of her mother, suppressed laughter, coy glances, hair pulled back, glow-less skin, feet trapped in grey or beige orthopedic boots, old fashioned skirts, never an act of defiance, of protestation, never the shred of an opinion. She only knew how to echo her mother’s precise speech, her own language mere leftovers of that Mother. Yet, in this recording, the thump thump of her footsteps, the clunky rhythm of her crippled walk, discordant music, thump thump, arresting, uniquely hers, breaks through, clamors for attention.
Photo Credit: Alain Leonard
Thought provoking. Raises many questions that gives her a mysterious air. Well done.
The aunt is really pretty in her own way. The “thump” sound of her walking gives the aunt a distinct character.
I hear her!
Thank you Edi!
You gave her dignity, Edi. Well done
Very Nice words and visual!!!
The sound of the aunt’s footsteps lingers long after the story ends. Haunting!
A good one.
Beautiful — the language serves the story, and the story deserves the language.
Beautiful and evocative, Edi! The imagery is so fierce.