Monday, September 9th, 2013 1. A poisonous snake could bite you, and you could die. 2. You could prick your finger on a previously undiscovered poisonous cactus. 3. The cactus isn’t poisonous, and neither is the snake, but the snake’s venom is a powerful anti-coagulant. You could bleed to death from the place you were bitten and/or pricked.
Very enjoyable story. I thought it did a good job of making our understanding of events pace well with the little girl's, and the end was just heartbreaking in a good way. This was a "pre-post-apocalypse" story and I really loved its simplicity and how it stuck to the characters relationship rather than the apocalypse itself. Bravo to the author and reader (who really sounded like a little girl!)
Loved the story too. Hell I think New Mexico makes a great place to live out the apocalypse. Had many of things happen to me at one time or another too including shot at... but the one most people don't think and the one I was happiest with the author mentioning was abandoned mineshafts. Before I took over at Manager of Jemez Historic Site, I was the Historical Archaeologist for the State's Office of Archaeological Studies. The bulk of the work I did, from as far north as Raton and as far south as Deming, was directing the identification and documentation of abandoned mineshafts and their respective towns. People die every year falling in the shafts.
I remember standing on the northern slope of Cookes Peak and feeling like I was on the moon. There are literally thousands of shafts dropping 100 ft or more down into the mountain. There were adits that went on for miles too. In fact one crew I had survey accidently cornered a mountain lion in one of the adits. Thing hissed (for lack of a better word) and they went a running. Fun times. I actually miss it.
tbaker2500 wrote: Good story. I hate the pathos often used in this type of story, the author did a good job of avoiding it.
Right? It made me a bit melancholy, but it didn't feel like it was TRYING to make me feel that way. Just a kid saying things like they are, like kids do, and what she was saying happened to be kind of sad.