Talk:You Never Visit Anymore/@comment-7706473-20140712105626

On the one hand, I don't know if a mother wouldn't notice the smell of alcohol on her daughter's breath, but that's a minor complaint, a nothing.

This is a tragic story, with an ending that's either tragic or frightening, depending on how you read it. I found it tragic, and nothing more. I'm not a fan of short and concise sentences always; I think they're overused in the fast-paced world of today. But this story uses them so well that you can't help but read the grief of the narrator, and the vividness of the 'parcel' at the end. What emotions does she feel at the end..? Fear? Comfort?

Without saying more, this piece is one of the few that affects me not just as a reader or a writer, but as a person. I would wish that more stories did so; it's fantastically written, and I enjoyed it immensely. Tomb bouquets and words of forgotten remembrance for a well-written story.