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About this snippet: Chapter One (Don't Fear) The Reaper Snippet 13. Last week snippet is here.
The projector started on its own and Cecilia is watching a tender scene with her father when she was about three years old.
This story is a WIP. The story is in the very early stages and has not been edited.
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Tears stung her eyes at hearing her father's voice, seeing him and witnessing how he treated her with such loving care. Realizing how this trip down memory lane had affected her, she angrily flipped the switch on the projector to the off position, ending the tender moment and drenching the room in silence.
For a moment she just stood there as if the projector would again turn itself and resume where the film had left off. It didn't and she felt pretty stupid thinking it would. She once again concentrated on the job of rewinding the tape and once finished, she removed the reel and packed it in its container before stacking it on top of the other cases. She picked them up then put them back down again as she realized she didn't know where her mother stored the reels. It wasn't as if she allowed her to see them. These could have been memories for her too, but instead, her mother hoarded the memory of Lars Gunner as if she feared sharing him with anyone would make her face the fact he was never coming home.
She looked around the room, taking it in all at once. Books were lined on a shelf next to an old TV with an antenna and she doubted the thing even worked, but it couldn't be thrown out; it was her father's after all and everything in this room had been his.
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Her mother should have shared the memories with her, don't you think?
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Unofficial Blurb for End of the Road
Lars Gunner, the frontman for Silent Plaids, died 23 years ago and is trapped in limbo until his daughter, Cecilia, unearths his journal and is able to see him. His death was ruled an unfortunate accident, but he's convinced it had to be murder despite the fact he can't recall what happened in his last moments of life. Cecilia seeks the help from Kaleb, a psychic, but as they resurrect the past, the secrets and lies surrounding Lar's rock and roll life just may be the death of them too.
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The room sounds like a shrine to her father. But yes, the memories should have been shared with her. Maybe they could deal with their loss better together.
Jessica,
It definitely would have helped her mother to move on and would have allowed Cecilia to know her father.
Another touching scene. The fact that she doesn’t even know where her mother hides her father’s memory really adds to the emotion.
Ed,
Thank you. I’m glad you caught that intentional sidebar. 🙂
Touching scene, a bit heartbreaking. Her mother definitely should have shared those memories with her, and she has a huge heart not to hold such resent against her mother for everything that seems to of happened since her father’s passing.
Daelyn,
So glad the heartache rings through.
Another lovely snippet. It must’ve been hard for her to realise she could’ve had those memories earlier.
Iris,
Thank you. Yes, it is difficult.
Another poignant scene, Karen. Excellent.
Nancy,
Thank you. So glad you enjoyed the post.
Heart breaking, but now she’s seen the tape and knows. Terrific writing, Karen.
Safe journey ahead for you.
Charmaine,
Thank you so much. 🙂
Nice poignant touch, that her mother hoards the memories. That was a very affecting detail…terrific excerpt, especially her half expecting the projector to turn itself on again. (I was too!)
Veronica,
So glad you enjoyed the snippet. (I would have believed the projector would turn on by itself again.) 🙂
I love “drenching the room in silence.”
And, yes, the memories should have been shared. It would have been great bonding between them.
PT,
It could have been, but then her mother isn’t the warm and cozy type.
Lots of emotion–her mother definitely should have shared the memories.
Nancy,
They could have.
A wistful scene. She should learn more about her father.
Aurora,
She did get a glimpse.
Fantastic and emotional scene, loved it!
Amy,
So thrilled you did.
Wow, what a touching scene! She should have gotten more info about her father.
J. Rose,
I’m glad you enjoyed the snippet.
Such emotion. Rather selfish of her mother not to share such memories. It’s her father dammit.
Aldrea,
Yes it is and I’m glad it made you a tad angry at her mother. 🙂
I think it would be painfully, finding something that important had been kept from you. You portray that very well.
Kim,
I’m so glad it came through that way.
Aw, this is tough. So selfish of her mom!
Oh, that’s tough. Sounds like her mom is terrible at sharing. As if someone else missing the same person you miss makes your grief less. :/
Poignant scene. Hard to meet her father via ancient video and realize she’s been deprived of knowing at least this much of him by the only parent she had left. Hmmm. Wonder why. I’m hooked.
Yes, I think her mother should have shared the memories, it would have make it easier on both of them.