Dialogue Essay †Birdseye View of Life and Death :: Dialogue Conversation Essays

Dialogue Essay Birdseye View of Life and Death result One. A Prologue of Sorts. The tv camera eye sees everything, and sees it calmly and objectively. It pans slowly approximately the room, root at the coffin and the cluster of black-clad mourners gazing down at the body hence continuing clockwise catching two or three-person clusters scattered around the room. It sees the pale cream-colored walls and the scarlet carpet. It sees everything in the circle of its departureing and calls attention to zip scarcely the whole, until it reaches me sitting on a loveseat to the left of the deep-red coffin, a misfire ab proscribed the same age as me to my left. It zooms in on my expression as I sit there, all emotion drawn out and dried-up ahead of time. Laurie squeezes my arm and lays her cheek on my shoulder. But the camera continues to zoom in on my gaze and cuts to the focus, my mother. It saw her earlier, but like a shot it is beginning to make sense of the situation, catching the subtle details that grade the story. In silence the camera eye peers at her, zooming in inch-by-inch. ilk everyone else, she is dressed in black, and like me she is emotionally exhausted. She tries to smile and be strong, but there is nothing behind it but weariness. In her face, everything is weary. And every few moments she presses a white handkerchief to her eyes to dry tears that arent scour coming out any more(prenominal). Next to her, with his arm around her slumped shoulders is a balding man with one chin too many and a blushed face and a smile that might be able to pass as greasy if it wasnt so creepy and intrusive. He pulls her face to him and gives her a strong hug and tries to be there for her dry-eyed weeping. The camera cuts masking to me and sees in my face a glimmer of emotion growing stronger momently disgust. He let go of Ma, and she stood up straight again. She hugged him one more time, briefly, and walked over to me. I quickly wiped the disgust from my face and tried to give way the same weary smile she was giving me, but even in her worst moment, I couldnt hope to compare. I stood up. Hello, Ma, I said. Laurie stood up with me, hugged me, and said, I guess maybe I should go.