20 February 2010


Short Story Saturday, Chapter 2

How about another analogy to start us off?

If a novel is like an eight-course sit-down dinner,
then a short story is like a bento box grabbed on the go.

Never underestimate the compact potential of a bento box!

For when it's good, it's very good . . .

by Lilika Nakos

This bento box of a tale has three main divisions: a camp of Armenian refugees, a camp of Anatolian refugees, and the poor but tidy home of a Chinese family--all in the unlikely setting of Marseilles, France.

An alternative title for this story could be Orphanhood. For even the refugees and immigrants have been orphaned from their respective motherlands, even if they are, to stretch the analogy, at least old enough to have been weaned. The one exception--a heartbreakingly literal exception--is a newborn Armenian infant whose mother died in childbirth and whose older brother cannot find another nursing matron to take pity on them.

And so the story opens with a healthy and hale fourteen-year-old boy, who should be old enough to do a man's work, but is held back by his need to find a new mother. There are some things only a mother can do--and some children for whom only a mother will do.

As for the way the story closes . . . Let's just say that it's not a tragic ending.


Image Source: Bento Box


Cym Lowell said...

I am so glad you added a short story to the review link-up. Thanks for bringing...


Bento Boxes are good :)

Enbrethiliel said...


It was my pleasure, Cym! =)

Yes, Bento Boxes are wonderful!