The Beginning of a Life Misunderstood

The title of this post is the fourth tale in The Dark, Dark House, a flash fiction collection by Lynette Ferreira. I’m choosing to tell you about “The Beginning of a Life Misunderstood” because it is one of the three stories that stayed with me after I was done reading.

Arrabelle Smith, the protagonist of the brief tale, is a woman deeply set on her ways. Her beliefs when it comes to gender and “religious nuts” are questionable. What takes place in this glimpse puts Arrabelle in a very interesting position, and left me wondering, What happens next?

Definitely, a thought-provoking read. 

Extra Bits:
Favorite Quote: “Silly thoughts rush through my mind. I wonder why an ambulance is white and a hearse is black? Why do brides wear white and people at funerals wear black? How did this all come about?

I decided the next time, I, Arrabelle Smith, will go to a funeral, I will be wearing phsycadellic pink, luminous green and shimmering yellow.”

Price: free on the Kindle Store (I don’t know until when).

16 comments:

  1. Oooh! Free book! Thanks!

    I think traditions like that are definitely odd! In the West, white is the colour of weddings, but in China, it is the colour of death, and you used to traditionally wear red to a wedding. Now most Chinese brides wear white pouffy dresses in the Western tradition, though.

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    1. I, too, am a lover of free words and of all good words in general.

      This bit of flash fiction--the entire collection, as a matter of fact--is very telling. If you pick it up, let me know what you think.

      I still think of white as the color of mourning...

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  2. Sounds like an interesting read, and being that I love to read I shall check it out. :)

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    1. The first two stories are very sad, but I think you might appreciate them anyone. The writer tried to tackle many really uncomfortable issues...

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  3. I remember questioning all the " traditions" and proper behaviour! Then I found I would do what I felt was correct........after all.....we only answer for our own behaviour in the end. xoDebi

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    1. And the sooner we learn that, the happier we (and those who have to live with us) will be.

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  4. This seems an interesting read.
    I swore I would never cross over to the dark side and start using a Kindle over actual books.
    But it's getting harder and harder with so many wonderful reads only being available in that format.
    My daughter and mother have Kindles.....perhaps I need to do some borrowing.

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    1. I've own my Kindle for about 5 years. And you know what? It was the only way I could read all the works of Edgar Allan Poe without breaks in between. When I was commuting, I would read from my Kindle. When I was home, I would commune with my ginormous tome. My next adventure will be with the complete works of Shakespeare. Can you imagine carrying all of that around with you?

      I love my paper books: the smell, the way they feel, the fact that I can stick leaves between the pages... But you know what? I have a very close relationship with Mr. Konka (yes, I've named my Kindle), too. My precious paper books, Mr. Konka and I share a wonderful kind of reading experience.

      They are different, but they both come with their special kind of yumminess.

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    2. Disregard the typos *cough, cough*

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    3. I'm with you! Winter Moon, but I wanted to read Magaly's stories and then I found I could download a kindle app! Who new? So now when Miss Magaly suggests a story ...I can download ! I think this is magic! xo

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  5. I like my nook for travel and what have you but I love the feel of a book in my hands. I will definitely have to look this one up though. I myself have asked the same questions and have gotten many odd looks to the funerals I have attended because I choose to wear white instead of black. It is my own way of paying respect of a sorts. I find funerals are already drenched in sadness and I would prefer to wear white as a representation of the life that was lived and the memory of the light they brought into my life opposed to focusing on the sadness I feel for their loss. Everyone has their own way of grieving I guess.

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    1. I love the color black; it makes me think of fancy parties. Isn't it wonderful how different colors can evoke different things for different people?

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  6. I find white (a new life starting) or red (for life ending) for mourning. I find black more of a comfort or protection.

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    1. I find the duality of the color red rather enchanting. Passion, deep love, rage, end of death... And black is my color of power, so I'm right with you.

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  7. Sounds very interesting!!! Love the cover!

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    1. The stories in this collection read like morality tales. This one is one of the milder of the bunch. I think the first and second story would make you kind of sad...

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