WIP
A CONVERSATION BETWEEN A TEACHER AND A PUPIL
JOHN. STOP DOING THAT WITH THE PENCIL.
DOING WHAT WITH THE PENCIL SIR.
YOU KNOW WHAT.
A CONVERSATION BETWEEN A TEACHER AND A PUPIL
JOHN. STOP DOING THAT WITH THE PENCIL.
DOING WHAT WITH THE PENCIL SIR.
YOU KNOW WHAT.
I am listening to this and nothing else.
Though this one is very well-written, and though we appreciated the fascinating, realistic characterizations and your very distinct, captivating narrative voice, ultimately the story, as a whole, just didn’t fully click for us.
Then he remembers getting angry last week over a joke that wasn’t working, and doing something he’s ashamed of. Now we’re getting somewhere; what did he do? “I punched the kettle. That’s not very entertaining, is it?”
THEN MAYBE YOU SHOULDN’T BE LIVING HERE.
I have a head in my freezer.
It is a human head, ungrinning.
Yet I am no serial killer,
rather the recipient
of an incorrect Chinese delivery.
I have a head in my freezer.
A woman’s head, blonde and pretty.
How to dispose of it?
I worry that it’s neither
recyclable nor food waste.
I…
“I sometimes open a page and gaze at it lovingly - and I think to myself: I don’t even know this. Genuinely, if I, Taiye, knew everything Ghana Must Go knows collectively, I would not suffer heartbreak, I would not suffer any of the petty human woes that I continue to suffer on a regular basis.”