To...Marybeth

I like how this was written because it immediately throws you (me), the reader into the story and puts it like we’re living it because the detail describes vaguely scenarios we have all seen before (a church, a diner…etc.) I laughed a lot at this short piece of fiction because it is comical, especially the sentence “He once claims to have ‘jungle fever,’ but you cannot imagine any actual African-American women consenting to sleep with him.” I especially loved the excerpt…” Someone drops a french fry into a cup of water near him, where over the course of your conversations it becomes bloated like a water-logged corpse, loses its structural integrity, and begins to shed flecks of potato into the surrounding fluid. You later realize that the water is missing and the sad fry has slumped weakly to the bottom. “ because I can envision it because I have once dropped a French fry into a liquid. Well done and see my version for more notes, comments and goodness.