Journey (1991)
Journey
“Light slanted through the windows, and dust motes floated in the air between us. He sat next to me on the bench in front of the wall of pictures. There were dozens now that spread across the back wall, some I’d never seen.
“That’s a new one,” I said, pointing to a close-up of a fierce-looking chicken.
“That chicken pecked me on the wrist,” said Grandfather. He held out his hand to show me the small red puncture wound. “Taking pictures is dangerous business.”
I nodded, looking at the picture I h...ad taken, all soft and blurred. My grandfather holding Emmett on his knees.
There was silence.
“She asked me how I was,” I said after a moment. I looked up at Grandfather. “And she never said she was sorry for leaving.”
Grandfather sighed.
“No. Liddie doesn’t want to feel guilty.”
“Well, she is guilty,” I said so softly that Grandfather bent his head down next to me to hear. “And then she said, They were only pictures, Journey.’”
Grandfather reached over and put his arm around me.MoreLess
“That’s a new one,” I said, pointing to a close-up of a fierce-looking chicken.
“That chicken pecked me on the wrist,” said Grandfather. He held out his hand to show me the small red puncture wound. “Taking pictures is dangerous business.”
I nodded, looking at the picture I h...ad taken, all soft and blurred. My grandfather holding Emmett on his knees.
There was silence.
“She asked me how I was,” I said after a moment. I looked up at Grandfather. “And she never said she was sorry for leaving.”
Grandfather sighed.
“No. Liddie doesn’t want to feel guilty.”
“Well, she is guilty,” I said so softly that Grandfather bent his head down next to me to hear. “And then she said, They were only pictures, Journey.’”
Grandfather reached over and put his arm around me.MoreLess
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