Laurel’s
short story conveys a rather bloody drama between husband and wife. Ultimately the story is about the
protagonist, Marcy, and her lying, cheating husband, Kevin. Slowly Marcy begins to figure out
Kevin’s rather elusive behavior, and presumes him cheating on her with another
woman. As Kevin announces that he
has a shady business meeting out of town, he leaves the house to Marcy to spend
the night in by herself. On this
night, Marcy encounters her husband and another unnamed man in her house. Both characters kill each other, and
Marcy moves on like nothing happened.
Oh, and she gained some dogs.
The
story did a lot of things right at the beginning. The most impressive of which was the dialogue. I really enjoyed the conversations
between Marcy and Kevin. Just by
this scene, the reader can really gauge the relationship and understand the
character’s places in the story.
However, towards the end it began to feel more rushed.
Firstly,
the story seems to raise more questions than it answers. I’m a big fan of open-ended story
endings, but this one seemed to make no sense at times. I’m almost reluctant to call Marcy the
protagonist, because I feel that in no way she drove the story. Everything that she went through she
had no part in. All events seemed
to escape Marcy’s comprehension or involvement. The beginning of the story, I initially found interesting,
but when the story reaches a conclusion, I feel as if the opening sequence is
irrelevant. In all, I just felt
confused. I enjoyed reading the story,
but I just couldn’t grasp what was making the characters do these things. Why was this husband a killer? Who was this other burglar/murderer who
enters the house? Why does Marcy
seem so detached? The story feels
incomplete, and in the middle of all of this juicy action and story, there appears to be pieces missing.
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