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a small story

I've been away for a long time, and don't know when I'll be able to "come back" fully. I miss LJ -- I miss keeping up with my friends here.

Today I wanted to write something, anything, with a beginning, middle, and end. This was the result. I don't know yet if I like it, and I feel nervous about posting it and then disappearing again. But I've been trying to take more chances, so here goes anyway:

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The Girl Without A Name

Once upon a time, there was a little girl who didn’t know who she was.

Other people seemed to know her, because they knew what to call her. But they all used different names, which confused her.

“Suzy,” a woman who seemed to be her mom would say in the mornings, “It’s time to get up!”

As she slid into her seat at the breakfast table, a man who seemed to be her dad would smile affectionately and poke her face: “Mary’s got the most adorable chubby cheeks, doesn’t she?”

“What about mine?” an older girl who seemed to be her sister would playfully whine, “Aren’t I just as cute as Dana?”

“Of course you and Lauren are just as cute,” their mother would soothe: “But we’re running late – stop provoking the girls and let them finish their toast.”

Things were similarly confusing in school. Her teachers and friends seemed to know her and yet not to know her at the same time. Somehow it didn’t seem to matter that she didn’t know who she was – life seemed to go on smoothly. Even though she never wrote her name on the test papers and assignments she turned in, they would be returned to her with a name filled in. She received report cards with different names each time, and her parents only reacted to the grades she received. No one else seemed to think there was a problem at all.

The girl had looked for a name for herself. Maybe if she could decide what to call herself, she would feel less confused. She tried out some of the names that others have called her, but they didn’t stick – she hated some of them, but didn’t love any of them. Once she tried to insist on being called Abigail – a name that she found on the first page of a book of baby names – but people seemed to find that very strange. Some indulged her, but others were angry or worried. She was called into the guidance counselor’s office after two weeks. The meeting scared her, even though the guidance counselor was actually very nice. She stopped asking other people to call her Abigail.

Day by day, the little girl grew up. She found that she could think of not having a name as a minor annoyance instead of an existential privation. Often it even became a source of private amusement. She graduated from college, began to work for a large company, married her boyfriend, and had a daughter who she named Abigail. She still sometimes felt confused and a little lonely that she was the only one she knew who didn’t seem to have a permanent name. But she was also mostly content.

One day, the once little girl who had become an old woman learned that she was dying of cancer. She was sad, but she had also lived a good life. She was grateful to have a chance to spend some quality time with some of her family and friends. However, as she grew sicker and weaker, she became preoccupied by what name would appear on her headstone. She didn’t want it to be arbitrary, but as always, she didn’t know what name to choose for herself. When she tried to hold onto one anyway -- she tried Abigail, Beth, Carrie, Xena, and others -- her loved ones seemed to perceive it as either a strange rebellion or a form of dementia, which made it hard for her to feel that the name was properly hers. She died without a name to call her own.

The little girl without a name who had died as an old woman woke up on a sunny meadow. She was no longer in pain. She marveled at the exceptionally fresh air and the welcoming sound of a nearby stream. She got up, absentmindedly dusted off her shirt and shorts, and walked to the small yellow house that sat at the edge of the meadow and the stream. She pulled open the screen door with a creak and knocked gently on the gray-blue door.

“Who’s there?” a warm and vaguely familiar voice called out.

“I…I…It’s me,” she hesitated, and then responded in her customary way.

“Who’s that?” She heard approaching steps, then the door opened. The woman on the other side looked exactly like her. She wondered why she wasn’t frightened or more surprised. The other woman smiled in puzzlement: “Do I know you?”

“I think you might,” she replied. “Anyway, I’d like to get to know you. May I come in?”

The End

Comments

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enigmaticblues
Jun. 16th, 2011 04:31 pm (UTC)
I love the layers in this. It really works on multiple levels.
framefolly
Jun. 17th, 2011 02:00 pm (UTC)
Thank you :)
thisficklemob
Jun. 16th, 2011 04:54 pm (UTC)
Oh. Oh.

This was simultaneously creepy and heartbreaking and then hopeful.

{{{hugs}}}
framefolly
Jun. 17th, 2011 02:01 pm (UTC)
{{{hugs back}}}

Thank you.

I'm glad I managed to be creepy ;)
louise39
Jun. 16th, 2011 05:30 pm (UTC)
A whole lifetime without a name. How sad.

I do like the hope as her life begins anew.

[Nice to see you again.]
framefolly
Jun. 17th, 2011 02:02 pm (UTC)
Thank you! It feels good to post. I hope I can come back more and more.

Hope really is always at the bottom of the box, isn't it? I didn't expect it to be there, at the end of the story, but there it was anyway ;)
petzipellepingo
Jun. 16th, 2011 05:50 pm (UTC)
How nice to hear from you again.

That was sad and kindy creepy and then that sweet ending.
framefolly
Jun. 17th, 2011 02:02 pm (UTC)
Thank you! It feels good to post. I hope I'll be able to come back more and more.

I love your icon! It's perfectly June :)
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framefolly
Jun. 17th, 2011 02:03 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much.

*hugs back*
essaying
Jun. 16th, 2011 07:21 pm (UTC)
I've been wondering how you were doing! I really like the little story, and even more, I like that you're feeling the urge to write. The creative urge is so *human* - it's not a sign of health, exactly (too many examples to the contrary), but it's a sign of, well, trying to figure things out and share the result - which seems important to me.

Hugs and warm wishes...
framefolly
Jun. 17th, 2011 02:05 pm (UTC)
Thank you! I love the way you put it -- "it's a sign of, well, trying to figure things out and share the result." That's where I am.

I hope you're doing well. I hope to return to the community more fully by the end of the summer.

Hugs back :)
rahirah
Jun. 16th, 2011 07:40 pm (UTC)
That is very cool.
framefolly
Jun. 17th, 2011 02:06 pm (UTC)
*preens*

Seriously, thanks :)
endless_lakes
Jun. 17th, 2011 12:36 am (UTC)
I like the story. It reminds me of another story I read in the New Yorker:

http://www.newyorker.com/archive/2006/02/13/060213fi_fiction

Since you're a subscriber, you'll be able to read the full story.
framefolly
Jun. 17th, 2011 02:07 pm (UTC)
Interesting! I haven't read the story yet, but the abstract sounds pretty creepy...

Monkeys are often creepy and funny.
winsomeone
Jun. 17th, 2011 12:36 am (UTC)
I'm never around much anymore either, but I wanted to take the time to tell you how much I've missed you. Hope everything is working out better in your life. **hugs**
framefolly
Jun. 17th, 2011 02:08 pm (UTC)
Hi! *waves very excitedly*

I've missed you, too! I hope that you, husband, and young Jedi are all doing well!

Things are, I think, on a slow upswing. It's been a long year, and there will probably be a few more long years, but I'm doing better :)

*hugs back*
framefolly
Jun. 17th, 2011 02:08 pm (UTC)
PS: And Pandora and Whiskers, too!
wondrous2
Jun. 17th, 2011 12:55 am (UTC)
I miss you, lovely! I hope you're doing better and better. :-)

That was a very cute, heartbreaking, and hopeful story. Two thumbs up! :-)
framefolly
Jun. 19th, 2011 01:07 am (UTC)
I miss you, too! Thank you for your kind wish :) I hope you're well :)

I'm glad you enjoyed the story :)
rosefox
Jun. 17th, 2011 03:35 am (UTC)
Hello! It's good to see a post from you.
framefolly
Jun. 19th, 2011 01:10 am (UTC)
Hi! Thanks!
wildrider
Jun. 17th, 2011 03:44 am (UTC)
Hurray, it's good to see you, and lovely, lovely little story! I do so envy those who can write a full story in a concise, tight manner like that. Amazing work.

framefolly
Jun. 19th, 2011 01:13 am (UTC)
It's good to see you, too! I'm so glad you like the story -- I haven't tried to write an original story since high school! It's actually kind of hilarious that the protagonist has no name, because I just realized that that's often when I get stuck -- I don't even start a story because I can't decide on a name for the main character!

And I'm amazed that you can build an epic universe that can be sustained for hundreds of pages :)
wildrider
Jun. 20th, 2011 11:09 pm (UTC)
Well, "epic" depends on one's point of view... :D

*hugs!*
jamalov29
Jun. 17th, 2011 11:05 am (UTC)
I have been mostly absent , too , even if it's not as much as you, dearest.
I think of you. ::hugs::

I loved your story, and especially the ending.
framefolly
Jun. 19th, 2011 01:47 am (UTC)
I'm so glad I posted, because I got a comment from you!

*hugs back*

Hope you're well :)
zandperl
Jun. 24th, 2011 09:42 am (UTC)
Hi! -waves- I'm in town, back from China. Supposed to be here until the 27th or so, but not sure if I will manage to hold out (my Dad's being particularly crazy right now and it's really stressing me out). If I don't give up and crawl back to my real home, are you around and available and want to hang out?
framefolly
Jun. 24th, 2011 03:17 pm (UTC)
Absolutely! I want to catch up very much! Also, Ignacio and I have a "guest room" of sorts -- just want to give you that option if that makes things easier.

Wanna also catch up with Judy T? She mentioned something about having a good roof :)
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