The Clock

[...]without her, Ava felt like a discarded doll, suddenly deprived of those comforting hugs that smelled of warm cocoa with cinnamon. [...]night after night, Ava would wonder off to the magic moments spent with Mami Tati: there was the time when she learned to make apple pie; the summer afternoon s...

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Published inRevista de lenguas modernas no. 20; p. 533
Main Author Rodríguez, Nubia Quiñones
Format Journal Article
LanguageEnglish
Published San José Universidad de Costa Rica 01.06.2014
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Summary:[...]without her, Ava felt like a discarded doll, suddenly deprived of those comforting hugs that smelled of warm cocoa with cinnamon. [...]night after night, Ava would wonder off to the magic moments spent with Mami Tati: there was the time when she learned to make apple pie; the summer afternoon she received the blouse Mami Tati embroidered for her, the quiet evenings full of Biblical stories... Ava pulled her sky blue drapes together and meticulously inspected the line of contact between them for small openings. Since she was a child, Ava firmly believed that if she made sure that no gaps were left, she would be safe from the faces that would pry into her room from the garden window. [...]she sunk under her covers and turned off the table lamp. The diagnosis on her chart read, uncertainly, "Possible anxiety disorder with panic attack manifestation.
ISSN:1659-1933
2215-5643