Carol Oats 'Connie': A Narrative Fiction

“My sweet little blue-eyed girl,” he said in a half-sung sigh that had nothing to do with her brown eyes but was taken up just the same by the vast sunlit reaches of the land behind him and on all sides of him—so much land that Connie had never seen before and did not recognize except to know that she was going to it.” (Carol Oats, Pg 10) All of the land that she saw was unbelievable, it reached all the way out one her line of sight, all Connie could see were clouds, beautiful trees, animals running throughout, birds happily humming their song and perfectly cut grass that was pulchritudinous flowers. Connie looked around in disbelief, with wide eyes. Her eyes lit up, it was the most wonderful place she has ever seen. She looked at Arnold, but he was not there. All Connie saw was a smiling man right next to her. He had a short brown beard, beautiful blue eyes, and was very well put together. Right next to the man was a black, shaggy wig and some skinny jeans and a tight shirt. Connie looked at the pile, then the man. “Who are you?” Connie asked. “You might know me as Jesus,” said the man. “Why am I here? Where is Arnold? How did I get here?” “Hold on a second, …show more content…
Connie disappeared into the house with Eddie and Arnold Friend. I don’t know what happened from then on, I couldn't see inside the house, there were no windows. They could be having tea for all I know and Connie could feel well cared for and happy. I heard a loud noise, I was too far away to hear it clearly. It could have been a gunshot, or Eddie knocking down a bunch of wood and paint that Arnold was going to renovate his house with. Connie has never seen again, maybe she died, or maybe she decided to stay with Arnold for a while. Her mom never even bothered looking for her. Maybe, just possibly, Connie might have made the right