Burbaroway Monologue

Maeve “Oisin” Fitch
Writing Assignments

Burroway – Try This 1.5
Tedious notes tinker at the bell in my head. Soft yellow glowing behind what no one can fathom. They’ve been through so much hell. He writes like tomorrow will not come and suddenly he cannot write. Its like letters don’t mean what they used to, its like letters are all the same ink and they smudge and blur in the scripture he tries so desperately to pour out. He’ll never have her in the way he had her. He genuinely always loved her more than anything, i think. His actions haven’t shown, her actions showed, but his didn’t. She needs him more than anything now. The big flowers brushing heads around their feet. Wander and walk and hold hands, clasping thumbs and crying. She tries to pull it together. The satin of her dress must be water-stained. tainted. There’s nothing like loss. There’s nothing like an affair. You cant lose your child and forgive in the moment. Sometimes you leave and it stays, but usually it follows. So no matter how many steps rest one after another on the pavement the ghosts are there. God didn’t follow him before. She’s got a smile i can’t believe won’t come back. She’s got a smile worth more than a thousand letters. A chanting, a calling, of a chorus of
There was mud on my weighty knees and I was pissed. I was the one awakened by his incessant croaking. I was the one who plopped in mucky grass, earth softened by rain, and sought him out. How dare she do such a thing? I called out to her and looked as she ran ahead of me towards the lake, sectioned off from the rest of the near-empty recess field. I had felt his breathing against my fingertips. He was my friend. She pulled her arm back, dark pitted from the run, loaded like a catapult and let out a shreik before letting him whizz through the air. She ripped his body in half on the chain link fence; i saw his body split and fall like