A My Private Coney project Flash non-fiction, brief moments and old memories of a city and mother's emotional and physical real estate disappearing at the speed of heartbreak.
Thursday, June 13, 2013
A (Dentist's) Room With A View
Working there for two years already, the dental assistant had never seen it.
Well, it wasn't like she had any time to look out the window, what with vacuuming out spit from people's mouths, handing sharp instruments to the dentist and getting x-rays.
I had time because we were all waiting for the drugs to kick in.
So I got to look out the window and wondered about that beautiful script writing and if MM bags had secretaries who wore serious red lipsticks, shopped at Macy's and had the pick of the best pocketbooks in New York City.
MY PRIVATE CONEY presents IT WAS HER NEW YORK, the short stories that accompany the work-in-progress video and photo collection of the same name (myprivateconey.com - media link - IT WAS HER NEW YORK). The stories and the media explore the tender rubble that holds both my mother, Florence's and New York's soul as one disappears into old age and the other into gentrification. All are real observations and/or experiences with very little tall-tale telling.
Except when it makes the story better.
Please visit myprivateconey.com for additional information and sample works.