Excerpt from "God is a Woman in a Rice Field"
Poetically Theorized Fiction by ©dianegreen from Chapter 4
Moving In Slow Motion
Memories.
Put them in order.
There’s spontaneity with derangement.
Leaves falling off trees, seasoned beggars asking for bread poking you with the handmade canes you know they dance with at night.
Where it starts is where it ends.
Far far away. Abby’s real life could be a disarray of nightmares bordering from Pippi Longstocking holding up a liquor store with an assault rifle to having Rhodesian grandchildren and making cookies for the new Mongolian first Lady.
Ok. Here’s the short version:
Birth. Kindergarten. Smear. Elementary Chimera. Junior High. Ideation. Sex. College. Sex. Run Away. Come Back. More College. Run Away. More Sex. Marriage. Less Sex. Art School. Bum Rush. Shoulda known better. Disgust. Played in Rock & Roll Band. More Sex. Marriage. Less Sex. Relocation. Having Children. Near Death. Having Something to Live For.
Then came this: Falling in Love.
By now a reader could be curious if this is being written postmortem.
Abby must’ve been out like Lottie’s eye.
Didn’t see that one coming.
All Abby wanted to do was tell her story
Downloaded power outage
Out of mind outrage
Fearful brainwaves flying through tunnels
Unfounded disharmony
Utter nuances of trance and dance.
Falling over laughing and crying at the same time
Back to square one.
Excellent use of descriptive words painting a picture in the reader's mind 👌 👍