For my scene, I connect it with the story Hills Like White Elephants by Ernest Hemingway in a way that relates a common theme together from both pieces. The theme I decided on to connect these two is one of loss. The two characters in Hills Like White Elephants discuss the option of having an abortion, which the woman takes more to heart than the man. The woman is unsure whether or not she wants to go through with it, which will result in the loss of the baby. My scene is centered around a loss that has already passed, but affected me after it happened.
"I've never seen something like this before." "I know, because I haven't, either." I was only 3 years older than my brother, but I felt a sense of worrying for him. This was something new to both of us, but as the older sibling, I had assumed it would be easier for me to handle than he would. Despite these thoughts, the environment didn't seem to have any affect on him. "Is mom okay?" he asked. "She's better than she was before." I replied, my eyes looking ahead. "That was the first time I've ever seen her cry." "I know." The room was showered with abundances of flowers, multiple sets of colors, which didn't match with the black attire the guests were all wearing. I stopped to recognize just how many people were in nicer outfits, all correlating with the black color. My aunt was ahead, and I had forgotten that some services have viewings for the family and friends. I wondered what my brother had thought and felt about everything going on. She was so loved, would this affect him now or even later on? It wasn't until the church service did I notice how he sat, often simply looking down at the floor instead of the speaker, which turned to staring as our cousin, Erica, had approached the microphone in tears. She was describing our aunt's love for us, and often how kind she was. She was helped down the steps and I turned to my brother. "Would you go up there if they asked?" He turned his head to me. "Maybe. I don't know what I would say." "Just talk about how much you appreciated her while she was around and stuff like that." "I feel like Erica was saying that already, she was just really emotional about it." "Yeah, I know. How are you feeling?" He shrugged. "Fine, just sad, I guess." "Me too." "This is the first time we've had to deal with something like this." "Yeah, I think it is. We would have been too young to remember another time." "Well, we've never had to go to a funeral before until now." "I know." "Hopefully we won't have to again for a long time." "Let's hope." As we sat together, surrounded by the many others dressed in black, we silently appreciated our company.
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Daniel Weaver-Cooke
2/11/2019 07:13:15 pm
I really liked how you worded this piece I really felt like I was at the viewing. I can also relate to the confused and sad feelings of losing a loved one.
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