tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179795275664264195.post7761440455836957935..comments2024-01-27T20:23:45.771+00:00Comments on Sulci Collective: Hollow Point - Friday FlashSulci Collectivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03293833259808943096noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179795275664264195.post-2516805900183998712015-01-11T01:15:00.456+00:002015-01-11T01:15:00.456+00:00Very strong piece. What you cannot name, you canno...Very strong piece. What you cannot name, you cannot kill. It feels like salvation, though being nameless, or living with the hollowness of not owning something so precious could equal to death too. Anyways, seems granny was busy once upon a time.<br /><br />I get my middle name messed up all the time- people like to add extra letters to it. In the end I could be someone else. Cindy Vaskovahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06747628778627025130noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179795275664264195.post-63048879477541996322015-01-11T00:35:52.662+00:002015-01-11T00:35:52.662+00:00Oddly enough (wait for it) I was just thinking abo...Oddly enough (wait for it) I was just thinking about a similar scenario the day of my surgery. Every administrator failed to spell my name right, even when I recited the letters to them (I had to read the admittance list upside-down to prove I had shown up on the right day); every member of the medical team got the pronunciation wrong (to be fair, it's a rare day anyone gets it right without hearing it first). If anyone ever decides to do ethnic cleansing around here, I'm bound to be either killed or saved for the wrong reasons.<br /><br />I liked how the narrative made even a trip to a gift shop menacing! And so they are. Wonder what the grandmother got up to in the old country to make that invoice appear.Katherine Hajerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08270232675026751342noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179795275664264195.post-15514793216286958162015-01-10T16:37:30.214+00:002015-01-10T16:37:30.214+00:00Perhaps when they named her, her parents knew what...Perhaps when they named her, her parents knew what was to come? Sometimes being misplaced and unrecognised is not a bad thing. :)Natalie Bowershttp://www.nataliebowers.org/blog/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179795275664264195.post-82186404296466907442015-01-09T22:40:42.950+00:002015-01-09T22:40:42.950+00:00Poor child! Poor child! Sonia Lalhttp://storytreasury.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179795275664264195.post-32154414012239209552015-01-09T16:03:12.134+00:002015-01-09T16:03:12.134+00:00"That's not my name, so that's not my..."That's not my name, so that's not my bullet." Sounds like she's going to... dodge a bullet!Larry Kollarhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08317037795075278427noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179795275664264195.post-8979056968344353562015-01-09T15:41:19.752+00:002015-01-09T15:41:19.752+00:00Every time I read your work it makes me think. Dam...Every time I read your work it makes me think. Damn you! ;-)Tim VanSant Writeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17614259042362664840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179795275664264195.post-83977946791600975122015-01-09T05:27:47.173+00:002015-01-09T05:27:47.173+00:00Oh! a sort of execution by mail how awful!Oh! a sort of execution by mail how awful!Helen A. Howellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12748128819820230841noreply@blogger.com