Please…do me a favor:

Read this:

Visitation

The house is almost two hundred years old. It was built by a great uncle no one remembers or cares about though we do have a holey, old photo of his son hangin’ up in the living room out of respect. It was the only thing my mamaw asked of her daddy: a property he thought useless except for growing tobacco and renting out to some relatives who weren’t particular about things like plumbing and power. She had the hand hewed logs covered with wires, pipes, paneling, and siding soon as she got it. My mom plastered the inside with Home Interior and Dollar Store candles. She’s still working and we don’t have any inside dogs yet so it’s mostly pretty clean.

I wash my face in a trapezoidal bathroom, stuff my backpack with clothes. After an hour and a half I’m in a whole new world where people pay stupid amounts of money for iceberg water packaged in bottles. Tastes the same as the well to me.

Dad escorts me to a room that’s supposed to be mine but is still decorated with the purple unicorn fantasy of a little girl everyone but me seems to remember. He works tomorrow but Jackie doesn’t. I wonder how long I can go without peeing, stretch out on the brass framed twin bed and eagerly crack open Pride and Prejudice. I don’t know yet that Mr. Darcy isn’t an asshole. Down the hall, Candi blares Bone Thugs-N-Harmony. It’s going to be a long two days.

Feel free to critique it however you see fit. Seriously, we can only progress by seeing how far away we are from the target.

What I REALLY want though is for you to tell me if you understand what is happening here. There was a 250 word limit so I didn’t have a lot to work with. I know that it’s a little vague but…250 words to tell a COMPLETE STORY, not just a complete story but also an autobiographical one.

I just need to know if you could summarize what has happened in this story.  I can’t judge because I actually know what happened so filling in the blanks is easy.

Anyway. Thanks.