Okay, so I’m pretty insecure about this whole writing fiction thing. And this snippet is essentially pure dialogue. It’s also like the first thing I’ve ever done, so be gentle, I’m aware that it sucks. Baby steps, it’s all about baby steps. If there’s anything you liked about it, or if you have constructive<\/i> criticism, I’d love to hear it. Bleh.<\/p>\n
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“Why?”<\/p>\n
“I don’t know.”<\/p>\n
A frown flickered across her face as she sat back in her armchair, “You must love him a great deal.”<\/p>\n
“I do.”<\/p>\n
“You’ve sacrificed so much for him, yet you don’t resent him at all. If he had asked you for any of it, you would have left him in the dirt. I want to know why you didn’t.”<\/p>\n
“He never asked. He never even knew. Without me, he would try and fail, and keep trying. Maybe it’s that I want to see him succeed.”<\/p>\n
Her eyes peered out over the top of her glasses, “And if he’d never succeed without you? Is this just a game where you need him to need you?”<\/p>\n
I turned my head to the night rain sheeting against the window and just looked for a moment before answering, “It does feel like a game, like I’m pulling the strings on a puppet, making it dance.”<\/p>\n
“And where are you without your puppet?” I winced, but she didn’t pause, “With your talents, you could go far. What makes him so special? Why do you need him?” <\/p>\n
“He has so much potential. I just have to show him what he could become, guide him to where he ought to be.”<\/p>\n
“Sculpting him into a shape you chose for him. Is that what it means to love?”<\/p>\n
“I don’t know.”<\/p>\n
Her mouth shrank into a disapproving frown. “I think you know what you need to do.” She opened the drawer, and pulled out a pistol and a handful of bullets then handed them to me.<\/p>\n
“Yes, I know,” my voice quiet and resigned as I loaded the gun, “Thank you, mother.”<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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