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Two characters were in a short story this one time. A short story was once defined by Edgar Allan Poe, and then of course was rebutted because he put limitations on the “genre”. (That’s the point though right?)

Some day someone will not break the rules per se, but will surpass the very notion of them so deftly that “rules” will no longer exist as a concept. Watch the librarians scratch their heads and catalogue THAT!

Anyway, there are two characters in this story that was shorter than a novel, and not quite a novelette because the original author said so. And they were talking, and the author described their actions which was little. A woman with a bowl-like hair cut sat on a chair and chastised a thin women painting her nails. The bowl cut lady said the most dreadful things to the thin girl painting her nails.

But my point is not to retell the story. But to tell you to what advantage.

By means of illustration:
Have you met me? No, probably not. Some yes, most no. But if you wrote about our meeting what would you say about me, or about yourself through how you wrote us? Would you use where we sit to describe our relationship, or perhaps our un-relationship?
What would we mean? “We” – not to each other, but to the story itself. Why do I exist in a story at all? Why did you make me live? Although I would like to know – it’s not very necessary to make me know…but I’m sure the person for whom you’ve written this would like to know.
I’m sure, in all likelihood you’d use the motif of knitting, or maybe sounds like rain to illustrate the process, the unending process of life, and whatever it is that you and I are doing to make this story a meaningful experience.

So, I’m not the subject of the story, and neither are you, but that lady who needs a new hairdresser and the skinny girl with painted nails are. And I’m sure you already know that the nail polish of the skinny girl is used to “foil” or rather smack in the face of the fashionless lady who is described without emotion, without reverence, without décor, with only practicality, with very benign adjectives. She panders to her man’s way of life rather then exert any form of femininity. In fact the feminine is used to threaten the very nature of the novel, which itself was written emotionlessly.

The feminine aspects, the shoes, the hats, the gloves, the attractiveness, the youth, the sexuality, the gender, the existence of a women completely not under the control of a man is used to divide the characters, and to illustrate the community itself. Which is also naked, set in a virtual wasteland.

And wouldn’t you know it the skinny girl was raped. Surprise surprise. Might this be illustrating the rugged, barren, uninviting, harsh environment of Canada – to further the point that here we are not united in struggle but divided in unrelenting, unforgiving landscape that creates small communities trying desperately hard to survive in meager culture, thereby being intolerant of people with personalities unlike their own (or personalities at all?) Perhaps. We are so hard pressed in this country aren’t we?

Anyway. The bowl lady with unkempt shoes and a muumuu definitely felt threatened. But even she worshipped Jean Harlow. Curious Non?

I don’t rightly know what exactly happened to those ladies, but that’s the point right? To leave me hanging and to make me keep thinking about it. All the skinny girl knows is that her heart is broken. And now she will be assimilated just like them.

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So then what about you and me? It’s a race to the story! (Cue thematic dueling music)