This
piece tells the story of a group of boys and one of their last summers together
as a group. I will say from the get go that I was a little confused about how
old these boys were supposed to be. In the first paragraph the narrator
mentions being a senior, but then goes on to talk about going into their freshman
year in high school. The way the boys acted about the weed suggested a younger
age, but the multiple references to “adulthood” made me wonder if they were not
supposed to be rising college freshmen instead. Anyhow, these boys sneak off
into the woods to smoke some weed, but things quickly go from lighthearted to
grave when they find a plastic bag in the river with a small, dead hand
protruding out from its side. The boys disperse, and it seems that the
relationships existing between all of them are never the same.
What I liked about this piece was
the authenticity of the authoritative voice. The way thoughts and descriptions
were written I believed that narrator had actually lived these events and had
relationships with these characters. I also liked the turn of events throughout
the story; what seems to be an everyday occurrence turns out to be gruesome and
horrifying experience. I did, however, want to understand why none of the boys
talked about the incident at the creek ever again. I feel like adolescent boys
finding something as important as a dead body would at the very least tell
other people about it if not the police. I assumed the reason was because they
didn’t want people to know they were smoking weed, but some enlightenment on
the situation could be helpful. All in all, I think this story has a lot going
for it; it makes for an enjoyable read
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