I like the concept of this story, and really enjoyed the poem which leads into the story. I do have a few pointers about your style. You write in a very good prose style and then lapse into a very casual style. I think you need to be a bit more consistent.
Now for some specifics: "quaint bottle of water" jogs the reader. The word "quaint" is nice but doesn't work here.
He grabbed the pills, the small quaint bottle of water, and a picture of his mother, his father, the family; what could have been. Here, he was holding on to all he had left in life. There was nothing he could do now.
I don't think you would "relock" the door, thatmeans you have gone out, and gone in again, and then out again, to relock the door.
Slowly and quietly he escaped the house and relocked the doors. He walked down, past the market, past the pizza shop, past the ice cream parlor, where the family used to stop for ice cream on the way home from church on Sunday.
The "awe at the perfect of parallel cars" I think would jog his memory in some way and maybe you can put a thought in here, otherwise, it seems out of place.
All these memories were soon to be forgotten. Everything was coming to a close. He walked beyond sparsely placed cars, in awe at the perfection of parallel parking. He had never really noticed the small things in life before. Finally appeared the theater where he had performed in his first concert in the junior church choir in 2nd grade. He admired the architecture, the genius design of the stone cold bats hanging from the balconies.
The language in this sentence is awkward.
How lucky they were, just to have not a care in the world.
Again, "adrenoline began to kick in" -- maybe another word instead of "kick in." Just seems out of place in the piece.
He would join them soon, in pleasant lifeless sleep. He finally reached his destination, however, and the adrenaline began to kick in.
I think the reader is left short. What are some of the questions he is pondering. I think the reader needs some indication of why he is taking his life. The farther in he walked, the more he began to tremble, down to the core of his bones. When he finally approached his destination, he sat and began to ponder the questions that had haunted him for all of his short life.
When he finally decided he was ready to do it, he took one last look at the picture, his future that never came true.
The ending is good. So, I hope I am not discouraging you because overall this piece is good. It just needs a bit more fleshing out of the character and some smoothing over of word usage. Keep writing!
Gerrie |
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