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I do like it. I was wondering if there was a literal inspiration. Really old hands can be shocking. I remember looking at my great grandfather's as a kid. They terrified my sister.
Yeah. My grandfathers…. He lost the use of them towards the end. He was a craftsman in his dsy
My great grandfather made it to 101. He had a backwards immigration experience, where he went from wealth to poverty. By the time he hit his mid 90s the skin on his hands was almost completely transparent.
And that’s an interesting statement about reverse immigration - kinda where my short story was headed. In this case; A man treading water, minding his own business, yet being blown backwards by his government & inflation.
I don't want to pressure you, but it would be great if you posted your story here when you are finished writing it. I understand that you might want to publish it elsewhere first.
No pressure at all. I would publish it here and I’m not sure anyone else would be interested. I have a lot of competing demands at the moment but I may revisit it soon. Along with a poetry piece I told you about ‘Growl’.
I like that. I think about immigration and its impact on families generationally a lot. This isn't the place to fully discuss it, but my mother's family's immigration story from southern Italy to New York City was really crazy, a little funny, but ultimately devastating
The hope of a new country and life doesn’t always provide a happy ending. My family is somewhat similar.
Wow. I remember my friends grandmother - her skin was like tissue paper…
You like it? I was writing a short story and didn’t feel it was going anywhere. These are a condensed version of the opening lines.