Mr Brown
By Yume1254
Sun, 10 Mar 2013
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Gran says: Put dat box down there and move dat one closer to the sofa, right? Gran is seventy-eight going on Shirley Bassey. I cast loved-up eyes over the living room of my childhood and do as I’m told.
Mum pulls a battered teddy bear out of a box. Lint parachutes from its body. One of its eyes is missing. She makes a face and chucks it on the sofa.
Gran yells: Don't throw like him like dat!
I question her with my eyes: Him?
Gran waddles to the sofa and collapses into it, picks up the teddy as if a surgeon removing a heart. She strokes his head, arms and stomach.
She says: This is Mr Brown, and smiles at me.
I look at Mr Brown and force a smile back.
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I really enjoyed this little
I really enjoyed this little snapshot of another generation. And it struck me as kind of a coming-of-age tale for the narrator too- the realisation that our grandparents are people just like us, who once had lives just as complicated and emotionally fraught as our own. Really well written, too
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Sorry if that came out
Sorry if that came out wrong- I was standing on a burger van flipping burgers when I wrote it. What I meant was, when I was younger I assumed for some reason that in the past people were simpler and more straightforward than they are nowadays. And when I realised they weren't, and that people have always been this way, it was quite a revelation, like sitting between two mirrors. This story reminded me of that feeling. And I liked the strange twist with Mr Brown, how you can mix reality with the bizarre and still keep the story credible. Sorry if I'm waffling
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I like this, a mix of
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I like this, a mix of sinister and family drama. It worked for me.
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