Six Sentence Sunday, 30 September 2012 (Max and the Ghost)

At the drop-in center, Erika beamed at Max across the table, as he applied himself without complaint to the practice trigonometry exam that they had drawn up together during study hall. 

He couldn’t draw the triangles without thinking about the height as a depth, the depth of an unlighted shaft in a nineteenth-century factory, a bottomless pit that opened under an unobtrusive hole in a plank floor. Nonetheless he finished all of the problems, even the hard ones, as he turned over in the back of his mind how to tell the story to Erika. He understood why she liked this, now. It was a great deal simpler than the world with its ghosts and its tangle of stories and its family secrets.

He thought about it some more as she marked the exam.

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5 Responses to Six Sentence Sunday, 30 September 2012 (Max and the Ghost)

  1. Vivien Dean says:

    You always have such a unique perspective in your characters. It makes for some fascinating reading. Great six!

  2. daezarkian says:

    I like it. A nice peek into the workings of Max’s mind. Great Six!

  3. Elin Gregory says:

    Max has an interesting way of envisaging the world. Nice insight into how his mind works.

  4. Sue says:

    Never thought of trig as a means to fantasy

  5. Wonder if he’s thinking of actually applying that trig to estimating the depth of the hole.

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