January 25th, 2021 at 08:35pm
This is for the 'story-swap-comment' I got! :D
I really liked your descriptions and used of imagery, which made it easier for me, as a reader, so imagine everything as I read it.
I really felt for him; I can't imagine the agony he must've gone through in order to let the little baby go. His emotions really touched me.
“Then I want you to erase my memories of her. Take it away so I don't...so I can't miss her.” - such sorrow and pain. I don't blame him for asking the mystical creature/woman to take away his memories of his daughter. But then again, the lady was right that it wouldn't be a sign of respect towards his child. So true. He does need to face this, after all, he was the one who made the decision of one day giving her away anyway, he knew.
“Hold her,” she said quietly. - This moment made my heart-ache. I could imagine the little baby being put into his arms. What a sad moment that must be for him? His very own daughter, being given only for a short while until she crumbed into nothingness.
I liked the way you described the sand being transformed into grass.
"You can keep her with you always, to remember." - I don't even know how to word my emotions right now.
'He had one moment to catch the sight of a long, glistening tail fin sink into the water with a splash before Lanna was gone.' - Oh, I wished you'd added more detail as to how exactly the woman, Lanna, looked like! :O She has a fin. So does that mean she's a mermaid?
Anyway. *Deep Breath* OK. Alright-y. Oh, my days, this is probably one of the most well written, original and flippin' - see what I did there? ;) - emotional piece of writing ever.
I honestly have nothing negative to say about this. I just really, really liked it. I'm glad he found peace in the end. You really know how to keep your readers intrigued!
An old man on the seas with a mermaid that can magically grant wishes. An island that flourishes with life springing from death as plants do over a grave. Amazing descriptive power in describing the child, the seas, the slim bits of Lanna, the fragility of human life.
That the story line can be taken as an allegory for human life is as mazing as the telling of the story. The originality of the idea compares well with the best short stories ever? I think so! At this point, I have no idea of your real name or even your username, I didn’t see it or don’t remember it. Yet there is a moniker for you. Author. If you had doubts about your writing or your respectability, forget them. These 2,800 words speak huge. This story on which I’ll make a few comments of criticism should not be criticized. It seems sacrilege to do so. Yet a tiny improvement in perfection is more necessary than awe, so even greater awe will be commanded.
Reluctantly I list 3 items as follows:
At some point you mentioned Sunlight in golden hair, yet this was on a gray day. Perhaps I misread or didn’t quite follow?
“In the seat across from him” contradicts the size of the row boat offered earlier?
And possibly a big one? Or not. I pretty much inferred the motivation of the fisherman to desire a child. Seems normal and no need to go further than what you have? I wondered about this, yet I think you have it right.
All-in-all, this story is one of the few where after reading, I go outside to the back of my apartment and sit in the lovely little bit of woods there and I look to where the rivers come together and think about the work. You have given me a fabulous moment of a glimpse of true beauty. Thank you! Now I'll look for your name.