She is kind off telling an incomplete tale, but so what, right, it is a circle; she is so sure, and thus, the tale has a jumpy effect.
It is a spoonful of an old saga. Old, dear sir and madam, very old. Yet a concise one, for hey, the chores. Come on, come on!
No, it is not a decry; she is just talking about the metaphorical albatross around her neck.
And around her neck, and her, hers too and around mine.
Before finishing the post, please read Jamaica Kincaid’s short story “Girl” –
Click here to download the PDF file of this short story.
What good is an incomplete tale? As said earlier, an incomplete tale sooner or later completes a circle, like this one did.
And then? Well, it liberates and lightens the metaphorical albatross around one’s neck… and who knows, a day may shine here when the albatross quietly flies away.
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