Thursday, October 28, 2010

If Summer Was 1 Day. Nay, 2 hours.

only 1.

as the days start to shorten and the nights start to swallow up our energy.

One of my friends was talking about a short story we read in 6th grade and it made my day that she had brought it up. I had forgotten all about it these years... why would they include that story in a 6th grade curriculum? It means so much more than we would consider it for when we were just 11.

The story: All Summer in a Day by Ray Bradbury.

"I think the sun is a flower,
That blooms for just one hour."
"Margot stood alone. She was a very frail girl who looked as if she had been lost in the rain for years and the rain had washed out the blue from her eyes and the red from her mouth and the yellow from her hair. She was an old photograph dusted from an album, whitened away, and if she spoke at all her voice would be a ghost. Now she stood, separate, staring at the rain and the loud wet world beyond the huge glass."

And my favorite passage:

And then—

In the midst of their running one of the girls wailed.

Everyone stopped.

The girl, standing in the open, held out her hand.

"Oh, look, look," she said, trembling.

They came slowly to look at her opened palm.

In the center of it, cupped and huge, was a single raindrop.

She began to cry, looking at it.

They glanced quietly at the sky.

"Oh. Oh."


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