Reconstruction

Posted on September 16, 2015 by Jan Wilberg

It took me weeks to make this. I had to go all over town to find the pieces. That tarp, the stakes, all that rope to hold it up. It’s my home, man, and you just trashed it like it was nothing.

Category: WritingTags: 42 words, Microstories, Yeah Write

9 Comments on “Reconstruction”

innatejames
September 17, 2015

The implication that the narrator had to watch his home being destroyed and confront the destroyer makes this story sadder still.

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- Jan Wilberg
  September 17, 2015
  
  I know. I talked to a friend today who worked with homeless folks for a long time and she said that, when she read it, she envisioned times when police would wreck someone’s ‘place’. Helpless stuff.
  
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Jennifer G. Knoblock
September 17, 2015

I love the voice in this, and it’s wonderfully visual.

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- Jan Wilberg
  September 17, 2015
  
  Thank you. It seemed very real to me for some reason.
  
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Kathy Combs (@Kathy29156)
September 17, 2015

What is everything(or in this case) someones home, is trash or junk to someone else easily disposed of. This reminded me of Eeyore’s house in Winnie the Pooh. While his house was a house to Eeyore, everyone else viewed it as just another pile of sticks. Nice job!

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- Jan Wilberg
  September 17, 2015
  
  Thanks Kathy!
  
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Kalpana solsi
September 16, 2015

Destruction doesn’t take time but to build something takes ages. Simple but powerful writing.

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- Jan Wilberg
  September 17, 2015
  
  Thank you!
  
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Tina
September 16, 2015

I thought this was going in another direction entirely, so the ending packed more punch!

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