berge
12-13-2007, 01:58 PM
I was given the text of this short story and i'd like to know the name/author so if one of you knows, here's an excerpt of the end :
"I waited for Paula to write me. I kept in my head a list of things I would tell her. How her house was the same as ever but they left her bedroom window open, as if hoping one morning she would climb back in again. That grade eleven was the same as grade ten. That things got a lot worse before they got any better. We had learned the history of gold. How people had rushed up the coast, panning for it, because they believed that the nuggets mights be as abundant as the fish. And long ago, people tried to make something out of nothing, filling beakers with coins and the seven planets, how they hung their hopes on this, like a coat rack.
Then, I only hoped. Because Paula did not write and I did not know where she was, I tried to dream it. I imagined a place of great abundance. Fish in the seas and terrible beauty."
Thanks in advance
"I waited for Paula to write me. I kept in my head a list of things I would tell her. How her house was the same as ever but they left her bedroom window open, as if hoping one morning she would climb back in again. That grade eleven was the same as grade ten. That things got a lot worse before they got any better. We had learned the history of gold. How people had rushed up the coast, panning for it, because they believed that the nuggets mights be as abundant as the fish. And long ago, people tried to make something out of nothing, filling beakers with coins and the seven planets, how they hung their hopes on this, like a coat rack.
Then, I only hoped. Because Paula did not write and I did not know where she was, I tried to dream it. I imagined a place of great abundance. Fish in the seas and terrible beauty."
Thanks in advance