Oh. This feels like a punch to the gut of emptiness, condensed and dark and then not so much dark as bleak, and that's even more heartbreaking. You convey so clearly how there's nothing left in her life that Ginny wants, and all her memories are things she doesn't want to remember. I love what you did with the graveyard scene and the flowers.
And these lines: That's what I remember, she writes, and pauses at the bite of the comma. Of course that is the whole problem, isn't it? Memory?
the ghosts, hanging like a trail of poorly-washed laundry behind her.
The ghosts are not unkind, but nor are they welcome; that is the nature of ghosts, she supposes, and falls asleep in the ancient confines of the bathtub.
She did not think she would mind it if someone did come; but then she would not mind living, either.
are just amazing. Thank you so much for writing this.
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Date: 2009-07-19 08:16 pm (UTC)And these lines:
That's what I remember, she writes, and pauses at the bite of the comma. Of course that is the whole problem, isn't it? Memory?
the ghosts, hanging like a trail of poorly-washed laundry behind her.
The ghosts are not unkind, but nor are they welcome; that is the nature of ghosts, she supposes, and falls asleep in the ancient confines of the bathtub.
She did not think she would mind it if someone did come; but then she would not mind living, either.
are just amazing. Thank you so much for writing this.