Sunday, January 22, 2012

Alice Walker "The Flowers"

     Even though this was a very short story i found that i like it very much. This story is about a ten year old girl who the author says " nothing existed for her but her song". This was a very happy little girl who didn't have a care in the world. The little girls name was Myop and she was from a sharecropper family who lived in a rundown cabin which seems to be close to nothing except for woods a fields. Myop liked to explore and roam around outdoors which i often found myself doing as a young child. There was no better feeling in the world than exploring around in the woods.
      Towards the end of the story the mood seems to change from happy care free to something a little different. As Myop wandered off a little further from the house than she usually does she find herself in an unfamiliar place which she doesn't find very pleasant. The author describes the scene as "it seemed gloomy in the little cove in which she found herself. The air was damp, the silence close and deep". From this I could tell that the story was about to change and something bad was about to happen. It seems to me that Myop had stepped on the remains of a skeleton. To me the little girl seemed very brave as she only gave a little scream when she looked down for the first time and saw his face. Myop studied the remains very carefully and the author described the scene in great detail.
     In the end it said "Myop laid down her flowers. And the summer was over." To me it seems like Myop grew up a little at this time as it said she placed her flowers down beside the skeleton. I think she realized what was going on and out of respect laid her flowers down out of respect for the dead person. When it said the summer was over i believe this is saying since Myop came across this skeleton she can no longer wander around in the woods without a care. I think this discovery may have changed her life i believe she will now always be thinking about that day as she goes on with her life.

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