I watched them as they spoke of trivial things and of things of the past. The dentist has a family back home in America, wife and children but he does not seem to care, he only wants to drink. This stranger is bold, he speaks of faith in a time where faith is prohibited. For we were forced to deny our faith by the government, yet this man speaks of prayer and asks if the dentist is catholic. He is a strange man indeed, he goes to help a dying women, drunk and begrudgingly. I am interested this man and the book he left with the drunken dentist.
Monday, March 11, 2013
Today I traveled town and met with the city's local dentist. His name is Mr.Tench, he reeked of alcohol, he was undoubtedly drunk. I doubt he would remember me if he saw me now. He was wandering the street waiting for the ship for what I do not know. But while he was waiting for the ship he met with a strange man. The man looked uncomfortable in his city suit. They spoke a common language called English.
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Que bueno!! ;) Good job on this post Nory! Keep it up! I like the way you wrote this. It's a bit short, and I feel like you could have gone in depth a bit more here, but all in all, very nicely done:)
ReplyDeleteNice job! I liked how you descriptively explained how Mr. Tench "reeked of alcohol" and how he kind of looked lost and out of sorts in the street; it made him come to life off the page a little bit more. The last sentence is really good,too--sort of like a cliffhanger for your next article. Maybe it could be a little longer or more insightful like Lindsey said....but I'm mine should be too :)
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