The imagery of Roxy as she grabs and twists one of the men
The narrator employs vivid descriptions to explain how Roxy grabbed one of the men's wrists and twists something in her chest. The imagery becomes more pronounced as the reader is able to visualize the man as she tries to wiggle out of her grip: "She gets ready to kick him or punch him but some instinct tells her a new thing. She grabs his wrist. She twists something quite deep inside her chest as if she’d always known how to do it. He tries to wriggle out of her grip, but it’s too late."
The imagery of the man that Roxy twists on the ground
The imagery of the man that gets his arms twisted on the ground crooning and crying. The imagery becomes more vivid as his hand clenches and unclenches with a red scar running up his arm from the wrist. A simile that is used further enhances the imagery as the scar is compared to the patterns of a fern: "The short man is on the floor now. He’s making a crooning, wordless cry. His hand is clenching and unclenching. There’s a long, red scar running up his arm from his wrist. She can see it even under the blond hairs: it’s scarlet, patterned like a fern, leaves and tendrils, budlets and branches."
Roxy's mother struggling with one of the men
As Roxy and her mother try to fight off the two men who break into their house, the narrator employs vivid descriptions to bring out the imagery. As the man stumbles and topples after being by the door, the imagery becomes more prevalent: "She’s lucky. She’s caught the tall man from behind with the door. He stumbles, he topples, she grabs his right foot as it comes up, and he goes down hard on the carpet. There’s a crack, and he’s bleeding from the nose. The short man has a knife pressed against her mum’s neck. The blade winks at her, silver and smiling."
The imagery of Roxy as memory comes back to her
The narrator employs vivid descriptions to bring to the reader's attention on how Roxy's memory come back to her. The imagery begins as Roxy pushes herself up slowly and notices that her hands are sticky and her hands are sticky. The imagery becomes more prevalent as she notices the carpet sodden and thick with a red stain. The narrator writes: "Memory comes back to her in quick flashes. The pain, then the source of the pain, then that thing she did. Then her mum. She pushes herself up slowly, noticing as she does so that her hands are sticky. And something is dripping. The carpet is sodden, thick with a red stain in a wide circle around the fireplace. There’s her mum, her head lolling over the arm of the sofa. And there’s a paper resting on her chest, with a felt-tip drawing of a primrose."
