My current thinking: This is a very sensitive story. Robyn feels the connection with the shell of the cicada and the husk of the tree. This is her story. It is the last “old friend”, the cradling of the cicada shell, the hand on the trunk of what was once a flourishing tree that tells me this. It’s not Josh, telling me he believes old people in general become shells of the people they were. No, it’s the character, Robyn, feeling the kinship. The kinship of the trio is powerful.
My current thinking: This is a very sensitive story. Robyn feels the connection with the shell of the cicada and the husk of the tree. This is her story. It is the last “old friend”, the cradling of the cicada shell, the hand on the trunk of what was once a flourishing tree that tells me this. It’s not Josh, telling me he believes old people in general become shells of the people they were. No, it’s the character, Robyn, feeling the kinship. The kinship of the trio is powerful.
What will she do now?
If you haven’t heard it, look up John Prine’s song “Hello In There”. I feel a connection between this piece and that song.
As usual, I find myself reading and rereading. Considering, reconsidering, connecting.