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          Man is an Empty Shell                                  her tone. It was harsher, colder than her usual brusque man-
                                                                 ner, as if in that moment, she had erased any remnants of
          By Samantha Greenberg, Grade 12                        our familiarity.
                                                                        I  suppose I  shouldn’t have expected a love letter
                 I have been told many times that I possess a “nasty   from the woman. Yes, I shouldn’t have been shocked by her
          habit of lying, one that might get me in trouble someday.”   abrupt message, given that we hadn’t talked in over nine
          Regardless of the childish cautionary tales that may pervert   months; and our few conversations (the term I use quite
          your perception, the following events are indeed the truth, at   loosely) could be boiled down to her application of a wide
          least my truth. You can choose to believe me or not.
                                                                 variety of expletives and murderous mutterings. But, despite
                                                                 her lack of sweetness, which I assume withered away long
                                                                 ago, I held no animosity towards the woman, even if on our
          The note Suzanne left was brief.
                                                                 last anniversary,  she gifted me the experience  of  ducking
                                                                 from flying dishes. After all, how could I, seeing as as she
                                                      8/18/1997
                                                                 only got me twice?
                                                                        Truly, I felt indifferent about our divorce at the time I
                            City Hall. 3:00 P.M.
                                                                 received her note. I felt indifferent when she first brought up
                                                                 the idea. Our relationship had not laid its foundations in love
                                   ~Suzanne
                                                                 but rather impetuosity and obligation. Initially, we recklessly
                                                                 attempted to attain the picture-perfect life, but we did not an-
                                                                 ticipate the harsh reality of a life untouched and unedited. As
                 Her words twinged my chest, leaving traces of the   time passed, we drifted apart in a rather unglamorous fash-
          intense revulsion and detestation she felt for me — the kind   ion. I engulfed myself in
          she had never consciously revealed during our seven years   work,  quickly losing in- Man is an Empty Shell,
          of marriage. Perhaps it was the acute finality of her periods,   terest in our relationship,
          but there was something else — something different about                       Continued on Page 8...















































          (Above) Elektra (Stargirl 1), Haley Brown, Grade 11, Pen and ink.  (Above) Elektra (Stargirl 2), Haley Brown, Grade 11, Pen and ink.
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