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Sonora Review Issue 55
by multiple authors

Sonora Review Issue 55
by multiple authors

Sonora Review Issue 55
by multiple authors

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Knocks at the Door

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this one was pretty good. a man whose wife has recently left him is imagining all sorts of scenarios where she comes back to him, etc. building up to a storm at the end

Roselló, J. (None). Knocks at the Door. In ? Sonora Review Issue 55. None, pp. 111-125

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[...] He thinks now, maybe it's because she picked it, maybe because she thought it was the one he wanted, and in doing so, made it the one he wanted, because he'd very much wanted her and always felt he'd have to keep wanting her in order to keep her. He tries to remember how, after such hard work, he managed to lose her. And he's not posing a rhetorical question, he's trying to recall the day she left, the argument that would, retrospectively, be called the catalyst (the last straw? there are probably other terms, too), but he can't remember, can't see her angry or hurt or walking away. He is almost certain it was his fault.

there's a weird ambient sameness among a lot of the male characters in this story collection but at the same time it's quite good inspiration for MC

—p.117 by Jarod Roselló 4 years, 10 months ago

[...] He thinks now, maybe it's because she picked it, maybe because she thought it was the one he wanted, and in doing so, made it the one he wanted, because he'd very much wanted her and always felt he'd have to keep wanting her in order to keep her. He tries to remember how, after such hard work, he managed to lose her. And he's not posing a rhetorical question, he's trying to recall the day she left, the argument that would, retrospectively, be called the catalyst (the last straw? there are probably other terms, too), but he can't remember, can't see her angry or hurt or walking away. He is almost certain it was his fault.

there's a weird ambient sameness among a lot of the male characters in this story collection but at the same time it's quite good inspiration for MC

—p.117 by Jarod Roselló 4 years, 10 months ago
124

--coming from upstairs. Does he want to change this? Does he want to change her leaving him? He needs to decide now. Does he want her to have been here the whole time? Does he want the creaking at the top of the stairs to be her? If she is here, and she is here long enough, will she replace her not-her? He thinks the wind is trying to trick him. The creaking turns to cracking, and the lines of light in the ceiling get wider, and thinks the wind, without knocking, has come inside.

Feels the wind on his face, and thinks it smells like water. Runs downstairs, and the creaking that had turned to a cracking, now becomes a tearing, and his ceiling disintegrates, breaks into hundreds of pieces and disappears. Runs downstairs, wants to go back for her ring, but it's upstairs, and there is no upstairs anymore. Falls against a wall by the front door, and closes his eyes. His home sounds like it is being sucked apart by a vacuum cleaner, or like everything is falling through a hole in the ceiling. The storm is a sink hole in the sky, and everything is disappearing.

I really like this

—p.124 by Jarod Roselló 4 years, 10 months ago

--coming from upstairs. Does he want to change this? Does he want to change her leaving him? He needs to decide now. Does he want her to have been here the whole time? Does he want the creaking at the top of the stairs to be her? If she is here, and she is here long enough, will she replace her not-her? He thinks the wind is trying to trick him. The creaking turns to cracking, and the lines of light in the ceiling get wider, and thinks the wind, without knocking, has come inside.

Feels the wind on his face, and thinks it smells like water. Runs downstairs, and the creaking that had turned to a cracking, now becomes a tearing, and his ceiling disintegrates, breaks into hundreds of pieces and disappears. Runs downstairs, wants to go back for her ring, but it's upstairs, and there is no upstairs anymore. Falls against a wall by the front door, and closes his eyes. His home sounds like it is being sucked apart by a vacuum cleaner, or like everything is falling through a hole in the ceiling. The storm is a sink hole in the sky, and everything is disappearing.

I really like this

—p.124 by Jarod Roselló 4 years, 10 months ago