My flash fiction story “Yellow Wagon” has been published in Every Day Fiction:
http://www.everydayfiction.com/yellow-wagon-by-lori-schafer/
What a journey this story has taken! The final published version of this piece at the link above ended up being twice the length of the original (reproduced following this essay). The editors at Every Day Fiction were possibly interested in publishing it, except that they didn’t like the idea of “misleading” the reader about the wagon, which is precisely what the original version did. In fact, that was the essence of the story. In addition, they thought the premise itself was unbelievable because I had made Debra a first-grader and the argument was that no parent would permit a child that young to walk to school by herself.
Naturally, this threw me for a loop, because, of course, the child in the story was me, and I was not a first-grader but a kindergartner when it happened. Where I grew up in small-town New England, lots of kids walked to school by themselves. There was no such thing as blue-collar flex time so you could drive your kids to school – and many parents took the bus to work because they didn’t have a car, anyway. However, I was certainly willing to grant that we live in a different time, and that perhaps the premise would seem implausible to modern readers, so I re-wrote it to include details that would make it obvious that the story took place in an earlier era.
They still didn’t like it. The issue remained of Debra not appearing to recognize the wagon, which naturally made little sense in their interpretation of the story. I frankly had no idea what to do about this, because my intention for the piece was entirely at odds with their reading of it. I had been attempting to convey the thoughts and emotions of a little girl who has been given a great new responsibility and is trying very hard to behave herself as her mother would wish. It’s not that she doesn’t recognize the wagon – she merely pretends not to because she doesn’t want her mother to think she’s only being careful because she knows she’s being watched. The whole story development – where she keeps looking anxiously over her shoulder to see if the wagon is still following, how she exaggerates her caution in crossing the street, even her final sprint at the end when the pressure becomes too much for her – centers around this concept. What I thought was clever about it was not the fact that it draws the reader down a false path, but that if you reach the end and look back on it, it turns out that the story details were true and accurate all along. The tension was real – except its source was not the wagon, but the feelings of the little girl.
Anyway, they asked for another rewrite, and suggested that I make the story more about Debra and her mother. I’ll admit that this caused me considerable consternation. On the one hand, it was a challenge, and I’m certainly not one to run from a battle. On the other hand, I had no particular interest in writing the story that way. It just didn’t feel like me. It took me longer to transform this simple vignette into heartwarming family fiction than the original story took to write! I’m not disappointed in the way it turned out, although it is a bit on the sentimental side. But I do still believe the original version has its charms – although I’m willing to concede that I may be the only one who thinks so!
It was, however, an interesting lesson. First, because sometimes it’s easy to forget that what I think is obvious as a writer doesn’t necessarily come across to a reader the way I intended it. Editors are usually right, and if these ones weren’t getting it, chances are pretty good lots of other people would have misread my original story, too. And second, because it was my first real experience writing to someone else’s specifications. I mean, sure, I’ve had to write papers on topics that haven’t particularly interested me – but no one has ever told me how to write them. And ultimately, I feel that this is something I should be able to do, even if I don’t enjoy it very much. As wonderful as it is to exercise total control over my fiction, a writer who knows their craft should have the capacity to create work that someone else defines. So I suppose you might say that I, too, took a journey of transformation – and it’s to be hoped that I came out a better writer at the end of it.
YELLOW WAGON (Original Version)
“Right on Orange, left on Revere,” Debra repeated to herself for the dozenth time, kicking away the crisp dead leaves that snapped at her feet like so many untrained puppies. First grade wasn’t like kindergarten; the teachers got mad if you were late. Her mom would be mad, too, if she got lost along the way.
She reached the end of her street and hung a hard right, ignoring the noise of the engine she heard revving behind her. It was only a block more to the light, and when she reached it she stopped dead, waiting cautiously for the green, both feet planted firmly on the sidewalk, not even touching the curb. When her turn came she looked both ways, repeating and exaggerating the motion, and catching in consequence a glimpse of a yellow station wagon with wood paneling that had drawn to a seemingly casual halt on the side of the road behind her.
She crossed hurriedly, shifting the schoolbag in her left hand while gripping the lunchbox more tightly in her right, swinging both in steady rhythm as she walked. Halfway down the block she knelt suddenly and fiddled with her shoelaces. Peeking over her shoulder as she bent forward, she spotted it again, the yellow wagon, which had rounded the corner after her and was still following at a respectful distance.
With grim determination she pressed on, on towards the schoolyard, now only a few blocks away. She could hear the cries of the kids on the playground, see the bright orange sash of the crossing-guard directing traffic, smell the exhaust of the ancient school buses that brought the children who lived on the far side of town. And then suddenly she was on the last block and she was running, running towards the final intersection, the one guarded by the gentle white-haired man with the threatening crimson sign, and then she had flown across it and was vanishing safely into the thick crowd of students and teachers. She turned, breathless, and witnessed the yellow wagon retreating cautiously down the street, crawling silently away as if at last losing interest in the subject of its persistent pursuit.
She remained alert that afternoon; negotiated the crosswalks with care and kept watch for the stealthy wagon, but discerned no sign of it. She sighed with relief as she at last climbed the steps of the porch on which her mother stood happily waving her home.
“How was your day, sweetheart?” she inquired cheerfully. “Were you scared walking to school by yourself?”
“Nope,” Debra replied without hesitation.
“Did you remember to look both ways and cross with the light?”
“Yes, Mom,” she said, smiling, confident that her mother already knew the answer to that question.
“So you’ll be all right walking, then, if I take the car to my new job tomorrow?”
“Of course,” Debra answered. She glanced appreciatively at it, the familiar yellow station wagon with the wood paneling, parked, as always, comfortably in front of their house.
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“Yellow Wagon” is one of the stories featured in my autobiographical short story and essay collection Stories from My Memory-Shelf: Fiction and Essays from My Past. To learn more about it, please visit the book’s webpage or subscribe to my newsletter.
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What a great post, Lori! It’s always interesting to study how others see a story. Personally, I think the original was clear and concise – I liked it the best. But obviously the editors of the publication felt differently.
And as for the walking to school… I’m not even that old, a child of the 80s, and everyone I knew walked to school by themselves! I find it weird that kids are now driven to school even though they live within walking distance.
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You seem to be in the majority, Heather – most people seem to prefer the original, and many have said that they walked to school, too! Maybe my experience wasn’t all that odd after all. :)
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Lori, I haven’t read the editor’s version, but I think the original was very easy to grasp. It brought back fond memories of when I walked to school in Kindergarten…in Alexandria, VA. Parents may be more cautious now, but I bet if they allowed themselves, they’d remember. Well done and thank you for sharing!
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Thank you, Heather. I was beginning to think I was the only one!
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Hi Lori–I liked both versions of your story, but they were indeed very different in intent and tone. I think you mastered both very well–not to mention mastered patience in dealing with editors who want something very different. :) Funny about the child’s walking to school not being believable! That makes me feel old! LOL! When I was in elementary school, more than half the kids walked to and from school on their own–yes, even kindergartners and first graders. Well done…both!
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So it wasn’t just me! I guess I feel old, too! :)
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I’m so grateful you shared your ups and downs as a writer developing this story for publication. I’ve read both versions and left a comment on the Every Day Fiction website.
I’m heading to a writing class in a few hours where we focus only on short stories. I’m more comfortable with longer fiction but have grown a great deal as a writer listening to the feedback of the instructor and the other writers in the class as we tackle shorter forms of fiction. I think it’s a universal experience for a writer to be amused, frustrated at times, even surprised to learn what readers interpret from a story verses what we intended for the story as we wrote it.
This post is such a great exploration of the (grueling) process of writing, the choices we make, and the challenges we face as writers.
Thank you so much for linking this experience and the finished writing piece to the May 2014 Hump Day Blog Hop!
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Hi Julie – I think you’re dead on with your comment about the disconnect between what we think we’re saying and what others hear. There must be a life lesson in there somewhere ;)
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Wow, you really worked hard at that. I had a similar experience submitting an article to cracked.com. It seemed the main editor really wanted me to write a completely different article from the one I had written. In the end I decided that I didn’t want to write that article. Congratulations on persisting and getting published.
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Oh, I felt that way many times during this process. I wanted to see it through, but it was definitely more than I had bargained for!
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I liked the original version just fine. The atmosphere is not threatening, and I think that even without reading your post first, I would have suspected that the wagon was parental. I think the ending could be shorter, so that it focuses on Debra’s awareness that she has passed a test, rather than her mother’s concerns, which seem obvious.
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Good suggestion, Timothy! Since the rest of the story focuses on Debra, it would make sense to gear the ending more towards her feelings.
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Hi Lori,
Comparing both versions of your story is interesting. I read you post first, and then the original, so I was somewhat prepared for the twist at the end. However, I do like twists and I like the way the anxiety and suspense was built and then alleviated by finding out it was Mum, just checking to make sure Debra got to school okay. The second version paints a different, safer story. I am left wondering, though, how Debra got home and inside in the afternoon. That journey would have been just as scary. When I was in first grade I lived on a farm 2 miles from the school. I walked there and back with my older brother and sister (just 3 years older). I could identify with many of the feelings you expressed about walking to school. I’m not sure if my sister walked to school alone when she was in year one. I’ll have to check with her. She certainly told me enough tales to get me scared when i started making the journey!
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It’s funny, because where I grew up, walking to school by yourself was kind of like a rite of passage – and a necessary one. Where I live now, all the kids get driven everywhere – I know because I’m sitting behind their parents’ cars on my way to work! It’s a very strange culture shift, and I know it has a lot to do with the seventies era, which was when missing children started showing up on milk cartons. But I also believe this kind of treatment of young people goes a long way towards explaining why true independence happens so much later now – I mean, how many kids still go out on their own at eighteen? I’m not convinced the current generation is really prepared to handle the real world because, unlike you, they haven’t had to handle essentials like getting oneself to school from the farm at a young age – nor are they accustomed to having to walk two miles, anywhere, ever!
You are definitely right that there are some holes in the second version of the story – possibly even bigger ones than in the first version – which, as you know, is one of the tricky aspects of flash fiction. Which reminds me, I know you’ve been doing the flash fiction challenge, and your stories have been getting better and better – have you considered submitting to other forums? Every Day Fiction is a wonderful place to send what I call mainstream flash fiction. It’s great exposure if they accept your piece, and even if they don’t, the feedback is amazing. They may have as many as six readers/editors evaluate your work, with each writing a paragraph about what they did or didn’t like about it. You can’t beat that. And if you decide you like writing flash fiction, I’ve painstakingly assembled a whole list of markets I’d be happy to share with you – just let me know. Feel free to email me directly at lorilschafer at outlook dot com.
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Hi again Lori, Thank you for the generosity of your response. I’m not sure that my walking the two miles to school prepared me to deal with the real world or even helped to develop independence. I think it just reflects a bygone era. I appreciate your suggestions re flash fiction. I am certainly enjoying the challenge at the moment but I also think it involves a bit of procrastination, avoidance of the hard work involved in achieving my ‘real’ goals. However Charli’s flash prompt this week deals with letting go of something safe and embracing change – maybe this could be a flash of inspiration for me! Thanks once again for your support. I really appreciate it.
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