I really like the progression here as John crosses moral lines and can't even see that he's justifying those actions. I started by sympathizing with him and ended wishing he'd turn the gun on himself.
The little details are captivating, like this his vague reflection in the shelf was still pocked by a scattering of coins, but there was no one left to call.
and this, The bullets rolled smoothly against the nicked Formica, the cool gleam of moonlight sliding over them so effortlessly that they seemed to be standing still with the counter drifting on its own below them.
The rawness of John buying drugs and yet unable to see himself/Sammy in the dealer/boy was a nice juxtaposition and great showing - rather than telling of John's progression into a moral abyss.
God, now I just want to write naked, puppy pile, wincesty schmoopy bits, post varkelton's story to make myself feel better. All of you are so talented!
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Date: 2010-11-19 11:06 pm (UTC)I really like the progression here as John crosses moral lines and can't even see that he's justifying those actions. I started by sympathizing with him and ended wishing he'd turn the gun on himself.
The little details are captivating, like this his vague reflection in the shelf was still pocked by a scattering of coins, but there was no one left to call.
and this, The bullets rolled smoothly against the nicked Formica, the cool gleam of moonlight
sliding over them so effortlessly that they seemed to be standing still with the counter drifting on its own below them.
The rawness of John buying drugs and yet unable to see himself/Sammy in the dealer/boy was a nice juxtaposition and great showing - rather than telling of John's progression into a moral abyss.
God, now I just want to write naked, puppy pile, wincesty schmoopy bits, post