EXTERiOR, diRT ROAd THAT diSAPPEARS inTO THE WOOdS, dUSK . THE YEAR: 1954
Red-haired girl whispers directly to the camera. I was about to do something unspeakable. cut to automobile. Light streams in and illuminates her face for a moment. She lies motionless as the lid is closed extinguishing her in the dark. cut to wooden kitchen table in a stark room with peeling paint on the walls. Windows are crudely covered with black cloth. A white enamel bowl is filled with metal instruments and blood-tinged water. There was an old woman who lived in the country. A midwife. It was rumored she performed abortions for the wayward teens of proper families. It was expensive. You had to know someone who knew someone who knew someone. cut to a twirl of yellow skirt, full with petticoats, a dance of light in the dark woods. I remember exactly what I was wearing. I worried if I was pretty. cut to closeup of Red-haired Girl. Split-screen panels move forward and backward simultaneously. She is blindfolded. What did I imagine on that long dark ride? cut to woman reflected in mirror applying deep red lipstick. Her voice is casual. I donâ€™t know why I told my daughter this story in 1979. She was only 15. We talked about the dress I wore...I smiled and patted her hand. I told her I was sorry for telling her.
Published on Nov 11, 2010