Please read “About this project and the Author” for more information on my project.
And so here I am, working on my project! The French version of my book is almost done and I am currently working on the second review of the English version.
Here’s an excerpt from a chapter I have reworked…let me know what you think…
“The man with the suit picks up the suitcase, my suitcase it turns out, and instructs me to go with him. I stare at him for a second or two and then move my eyes to the locked door. I don’t understand why my mother would want to keep me out of our home and leave me alone on the balcony with a complete stranger. I know I live in a place where the parents aren’t overly protective of their kids but, even by our shaky standards, the moment feels a bit over the top.
As kids we don’t know it yet but, in the course of our lives, people will slam doors in our faces more often than we can bear. Employers, friends, business or love partners, at some point, someone, somewhere is going to pull the big slam on us and disappear behind a closed door, leaving us on the other side to marinate in our feeling of abandonment.
I’m six years old and my mother is the first to do it to me.
The man with the suit gently puts his hand on my shoulder, directs me downstairs, opens the backseat door of the big white expensive car and invites me to climb in. I take my seat confused, wondering what’s happening but mostly, wondering where my family is and where on earth this stranger is about to take me.
As the car slowly begins to drive away, I turn around to get on my knees and raise myself up so I can look out the rear window. Maybe my family is there, running behind us to try and stop the driver. All I see, other the garments hanging from the clotheslines, is an empty street. I remain in that position until the car makes a turn and I can no longer see our building after which I lower myself, sit down and stare straight ahead.
It’s a blessed moment, really. I thank God I had the reflex to look because I would have wondered all of my life if the members of my family were looking on as I was taken away.
I’ll always know they weren’t.
I keep silent as my chauffeur tries his best to explain to me that he is taking me to my new home. A home with lots of children and where he has no doubt I will be happy because it’s called Ville Joie, which means Happy Town…”
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