Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Kodak Image
Kodak Image is my second short story in Part 2 of Welsh Cakes: Book of Short Stories. As the title indicates, there is a photo at the heart of this story. It is in the genre of romance, with our protagonist living on the west coast of Canada where she meets the man of her dreams. When he leaves the area, our main character follows him, first to Ottawa, the capital of Canada, and then venturing to the rugged mining north of Ontario where she loses the love of her life. She returns to Ottawa where she leaves the world for convent life--she leaves the world but takes the photograph of Pierre with her. She cannot forget him and eventually leaves the convent, returning to the world and to the Province of British Columbia where her romance first began. She marries the doctor in whose office she worked as a nurse all those years ago. She marries the doctor, works for him, but still holds on to the Kodak Image of the one she cannot let go from her heart.
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3 comments:
A very intriguing plot, Judith.
Aha! The 'Curious George' part of me is now completely confounded. Whereas one (read "I") might have wondered whether and how much autobiographical content nestles in the stories, you've left me with less certainty about such a sneaky notion with this one. :)
Certainly, Peter, there is a fair amount of autobiographical content in this story--"write what you know" we are told. A romantic involvement followed and lost--was it catalyst to entering the convent? Were my desperate prayers to God the means of hearing His call to enter a convent? Also true that I did leave the convent but further romance with former boss not true!
Oh my,Judith,
It is so generous of you to -- sort of :)-- let me in on the inside of the autobiographical aspect of the Kodak Image story, and so kind to not keep me guessing the other part.
In terms of fiction writing, the "write what you know" guide is a valuable maxim, and opens us to share much from our own experience -- and perhaps to an element of vicarious living or reliving. Hmm.
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