Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Blog Entry #1

       The day started with a sizzle, literally.  "Name?" the receptionist repeated, in her hispanic accent atypical concerning the population of the town.  "You know my name!" Shaniqua replied in disgust.  Usually she would have been more patient with Rosa, but 2nd degree burns on her forearm prevented any sort of a pleasent manner from Shaniqua.  The pain was horrible, but the stench of rotting flesh made the whole ordeal almost unbearable.  It was Shaniqua's third trip to the clinic this month, none of the routine nature.  Two holdups gone wrong, and now a grease fire on top of that at Casa D' Waffles.  These last few months in particular had not been kind to Ms. (formerly Mrs.) King.  

       Five more hours and she would have graduated from nearby Decatur University, but instead works a dead-end job as a cook and waitress at the local eatery.  Even worse, her marriage ended in divorce, with Shaniqua losing the love of her life and one son in the split.  God had always provided for her, but recent events had shaken her beliefs in a supreme being down to the very core; Shaniqua hadn't attended Mass at St. Magdeline's in three weeks.  "Damn, should've gotten married after college.  Should've taken more classes first semester..."

"Next patient!" Rosa yelled in her barely understandable English, jarring Shaniqua from her thoughts.  "So different, yet so similar to the landlord," she thought to herself.  Shaniqua didn't care what the landlord's name was, along with the rest of the town.  Besides her idiot boss at Casa D' Waffles and Rosa, she neither wanted or needed to know anyone else's name.  "And also the nut across the hall," Shaniqua thought to herself. Scooby Doolittle, her functional mentally impaired neighbor across the hall was as unforgettable in personality as in name.  

       Sleeves rolled up and hair let down, the late August heat bearing down on her skin spread the smell of the now scabbing burn all over town as she walked back to Castle Apartments room 42 at a quick pace; her arm elevated by two bandage wraps.  "Not home," she thought to herself.  "Temporary residence."

3 comments:

  1. You have done a good job of making Shaniqua's life seem truly miserable. I really liked the line, "These last few months in particular had not been kind to Ms. (formerly Mrs.) King" because it not only states that Shaniqua's life has taken a turn for the worst but it reaffirms the fact by subtly stating that Shaniqua has recently been divorced.

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  2. Your character pans out well against the "interesting" background of the city block. Her life seems to be in shambles, which is good character development. No one wants to read about a good life. Shaniqua's backstory of her marriage and subsequent divorce would be an interesting thing to expound upon. Maybe relate it to her daily life. I also liked that you made the "smell" one so grotesque and unique to your character, made it more of a physical embodiment of her rough couple of weeks.
    Favorite Line: Scooby Doolittle, her functional mentally impaired neighbor across the hall was as unforgettable in personality as in name.
    (I liked the wording, you didn't just outright say that Mr. Doolittle was an idiot.)

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