The storyline was carved exquisitely circumstantial and descriptive.
Though, Great Author’s pen had cried eventually.
I loved the beginning most especially those phrases used to characterize the plot for the story.
Precisely, The Narrator was quintessential for the quality of oneself truly.
**Maman died today. Or yesterday maybe, I don’t know.
I got a telegram from the home: “Mother deceased.
Funeral tomorrow. Faithfully yours.” That doesn’t mean
anything. Maybe it was yesterday.
My fav. Quote –
The sound of the waves
was even lazier, more drawn out than at noon. It was
the same sun, the same light still shining on the same
sand as before. For two hours the day had stood still;
for two hours it had been anchored in a sea of molten