Ohohoho. What a unique protagonist. Love love love love it. Apathy isn't usually something that creates great stories, but here it works really well! I love how you set up his characterization in the very first paragraph by having him deliberately not putting up his umbrella. It makes his later actions more believable, since our first impression of him is someone who doesn't really care that much. And you elaborate on that first impression beautifully with the rest of the piece. I love the image of him just swiping the tulips from some random window box, and the fact that he just half-heartedly mumbles the proposal, and the futile attempt to fix his hair. You make him so pathetic that he becomes almost adorable in a really strange way. Even his diction oozes pathetic-ness, as can be seen in the phrase "marriage... sounded awfully permanent", which makes him seem almost like an overgrown child who's just lost his way. And the whole bit about trying to remember Lilac's name is, quite simply, a stroke of genius. The pastel colors, Mist, Lavender and so on, even echo the apathetic feel of the entire story and the main character - faded, soft, vague, fuzzy. The title, "Pearl, Maybe", is probably the best short story title I've ever seen. It sets up the character's voice, the tone of the story, it establishes the theme, and it enhances the humor of Jeremy's searching for the girl's name, because you think back to the title and go "AHAH so that was what it meant" and you feel smug and self-satisfied for some reason. It's just really clever in a way, that echoing of the title. I loved how you chose "Pearl" to be the title, because it's more ambiguous than "Misty" or "Lilac" or "Lavender", and could have more potential interpretations, and so when we see it in context, it's somehow more satisfying to be able to get rid of all those alternate hypotheses. A sort of mild Eureka moment. I'm not making sense, probably, but suffice to say that the entire story was great. A bumbling protagonist bumbling through a bumbling story into a bumbling ending. The atmosphere you create with this piece is just so unique and comfortable. In fact, if stories were linen, this would be a warm, fluffy, perhaps a little threadbare comforter.
This story is so perfect, actually, I don't think I have suggestions or negative feedback for you. It's a delightful little story, and I'm sure that there will be many literary journals out there who will snap this up. The only "flaw", and it really isn't one, is the length, I guess? Below 800, which limits your choice to magazines publishing flash fiction. But if I recall correctly, Glimmer Train doesn't have a minimum word limit. It's still October (barely), so maybe you could try submitting this there?
Sorry for the lack of constructive criticism though. It's just that good. |
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