The light comes alive, as a flicker across the window, the dawn has broken in. It could be any day. But I saw the light today. New Years Day. Like creation sent its rays down into this place. Like a new beginning, a start like no other. Like no other, yes, like no other. A new day has dawned. The heavens did not yawn. The feeling overcome him.
He held the card and read it,
“Not her again” and threw it in the neighbour’s garden patch.
She was Deborah.
Who loved him,
And sent him a Christmas card, hoping to be his girl.
They were young.
He was fine, she was lovely,
Yet his silence. Yes, his silence was ripping her apart.
And the hurt went deep down inside.
She had a choice, in how she would reply,
To react or respond.
The way she goes could shape her entire life.
Wondering how she would be later on.
And if the same thoughts would still be there.
And if she would be free?
But Deborah stopped by the pavement
And her eyes brightened up.
Singers were there.
A bit of beauty.
The crisp, fresh, silent night spoke to her senses,
The song on their lips filled her soul,
The people who listened with an ear for hope.
This she knew, would stay, with her, inside her heart.
And the rhymes and rhythms of the night would remind her:
Life goes on.
She clung tightly to the thought that everything is all right.
The class’s perception of my short story writing was important to me. After all, it would be my first ever feedback on a short story I wrote. After sharing (twenty-odd years ago), one person commented that my writing sounded noire. The piece wasn’t in the noir genre, it only sounded noir, so the person said. Noir or noire is the French word for black. I was a bit confused. This was never my intention.
But I was complimented because I thought my work might have sounded like a thriller of the classic Film Noir. This, of course, is with the likes of cinema’s hard-boiled detective stories. But my story was not truly noir.
The perception that the story sounded noir is what mattered, as the writer is supposed to communicate to the reader something. The reader perceives what that is.
How I had failed as writer, then. Actually, being told that my writing sounded noire, took me off-guard. Yes, the noir or black tone might have been how I was feeling about an experience, which was kind of negative and dark. But I wasn’t thinking through how my writing would be perceived as noir. I wasn’t anticipating it would be seen as black or dark. The reader’s perception matters to a writer and shows me that what I write is always communicating. The medium is the message.
These would be interesting historical studies: The French Revolution, the American Civil War, the Russian Revolution, the Italian Risogimento, and the Italian Resistance in World War II. Where to start? I would start with the Russian Revolution as this arouses my interest most, the reason may be that I missed studying Russian history at High School and I have become increasingly curious about the subject over the years. That tells me something. But, yes, a bit of history never hurts, something to read, study even, and learn from…when one is able to.