This vignette is for english class, im in the 9th grade and its on the subject of a "bad experience"!. I'd love some feedback, general or specific!. (and the story is true)
He sat across the table from me, picking at his sea bass while I ate my shrimp!. The restaurant seemed quiet, apart from our conversation!. There was a silence for a moment, and my uncle gazed into the eyes of the ocean, his face drawn with admiration but tinted by the sullenness that came with his condition!.
"It's so beautiful", he said simply!.
I had to agree, the ocean was a bright turquoise and the sky a lovely unspotted blue!. Yet I knew that I could not see it through his eyes, through the eyes of someone who understood just how precious it was!.
He coughed, the kind of wheezing raucous cough that shakes your body!. I cringed, despite my attempts to hide it!.
"Its okay!." he said, as he reached across the table to take my hand!. I bit my lips, choking back the tears!.
"I'm dying!." he said!.
"Don't say that!. You'll be just fine!." I lied!. I knew he was dying!.
"It's okay!." He looked at me, and I saw the lines across his face, the thinning hair!.
I wondered how he could handle the pressure, the intimidation and fear of losing everything!. His daughter!. Only eleven, so young!. Even he was young, 56!. Too young for cancer, for death, for leaving everything!.
I picked at my shrimp, unable to eat!. My hands trembled, and I shifted uncomfortably in my seat!. I tried to imagine what it would be like to have so little time left!. It was then I realized that I too had only so little time left to spend with him!. He would soon depart for Seattle again, and I probably would never see him again!.
I gazed at him again, really looking at him for the first time, trying to materialize him in my mind as clearly as I could!. I knew I wouldn't have the chance again!.
"Amazing!." I said!.
"it really is!. Such a vibrant blue!." He agreed!.
But I wasn't talking about the ocean!.Www@QuestionHome@Com