Sera walked into Circle K on fifth st. without noticing it had not been remodeled since 1986, and that someone from another, more financially kept city might actually find the convenience store to be disgusting, the dirt being so thick on the windows that you could only see blurry faces on the inside. Inside she saw five people in the store and believed that all of them were staring at her, looking through her like they knew more about herself than she did. The clerk, she thought, had even looked up from her monotonous duties at the cash register to glance her wrinkled leathery face in Sera's direction.
An ugly bum in the beer section reached into the cooler with a calloused black hand as Sera walked through the candy aisle …show more content…
She smiled back sheepishly without knowing why and took the Budweiser out of the fridge that Liza had sent for her to get. She thought of Liza as she stood in line behind the old bum. Her face, an illusion in her mind, made out of the back of the bums scraggily black afro.
When she walked out the door the bum stood outside with his paper bagged forty in his hand. "Need any help with that tonight?" He grinned with a yellow and half tooth full mouth. "I tend to get pretty thirsty." He held up his forty as if to clarify his thought to Sera.
Sera looked at the black man and saw how gross he looked, and then thought why not bring someone back to the apartment for Liza to fuck …show more content…
His beard unshaven and his hair uncut, sticking out from his head like half was windblown and half wasn't. His eyes droopy and his cheeks sagging.
"Hello Luther." Sera put a hand on his shoulder as she passed by him into the apartment.
"I will have the rent. My check from the Government will have come by then," Luther said.
Liza stopped beating a pair of Levis against her wall and walked heavily back to her wash bucket by the window. Sera glanced nonchalantly at the silent children sleeping on the floor next to the wall, their bones poking through their skin and their cheeks sunken into their skulls. They were cuddled together against the wall as if it might provide them warmth.
Sera set the beer on a small round table that sat near the wall with the window. She noticed the dirty bum had followed her inside and was looking at the children and the drooping water stains that fell down every wall in the apartment, giving a stench of mildew to the
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At the beginning of the story, three girls walk in with only bathing suits. As the story unfolds, a diligent reading of the description reveals that Sammy, the A&P cashier, desires the attention from the girls. As “Queenie” and her followers scroll through the aisles, the fellow costumers and the employee’s eyes were glued to their presence. The narrator is a teenager who works the checkout line. He does not notice them when they walk in, but as soon as he spots them he is glued and notices every detail about each of the girls. The author allows Sammy to have a dramatic
As dusk was abroad, pictures began to climb out of Lennie’s head. The first one was a little fat old woman, wearing bull’s-eye glasses and a huge gingham apron with pockets. She was starched and clean, standing in front of Lennie with her hands on her hips, and frowning disapprovingly at him.
One week after Lennie's death, George sits in the dark corner of a bar. The room is all but empty and dead silent. All the windows are shut, through the small openings come beams of dull light that barely illuminate the room. George stares at his glass with an expressionless face, but a heavy sadness in his eyes. The bartender comes towards him and asks if he would like something else to drink.
Sammy is the cashier at the store, he has been for quite some time now, long enough where he has a memorized “the punches, 4, 9, GROC, TOT” ( 602 ) and has created a song for himself “"Hello (bing) there, you (gung) hap-py pee-pul (splat)"” ( 602 ). Showing his contempt for conformity and consumerism to the everyday life of the store Sammy joins the shoppers or as he calls them the “sheep” ( 600 ) of the store who can never be out of the spell of their daily routines. The location and the layout of the store is also tediously described by Sammy when he is describing the surroundings to the readers where he is located “between the checkouts and the Special bins” ( 599 ). He also does this when he describes the girls going up and down the isles of items “the cat-and-dog-food-breakfast-cereal-macaroni-rice-raisins-seasonings-spreads-spaghetti-soft-drinks-crackers-and-cookies aisle” ( 600 ). With all of these tedious descriptions of details of Sammy’s surrounding we slowly start to see him getting more and more frustrated and appalled at the conformity of the society that he lives in, and the difficulty of breaking the social formalities that he must deal with on a daily basis.
She drew aside the curtain and leaned her wrist on one of the crosspieces between panes, but, feeling grit, she removed it, rubbed it clean with her other hand, and stood by more erectly. Outside, the filthy slush was visibly turning to ice. Mary Jane let go the curtain and wandered back to the blue chair, passing two heavily stocked bookcases without glancing at any of the titles. (Salinger Nine 22)
Distracted by the three girls, Sammy couldn’t remember if he’d rang up a costumer’s item or not. So, he rings it up again, and states, “the costumer starts giving me hell” (Updike 352). He shows the readers this theme of conformity when he says, “She’d been watching cash registers for fifty years and probably never seen a mistake before” (352). He reiterates the pattern and routine
When the lift doors opened at the sixth floor, a wave of dim light and buzzing voices greeted me. It was as if I'd taken the lift to a dark movie from the 70s. Facing me was the entrance to a supermarket selling all types of candy, weird foods, and random home items. Wondering what about the market attracted so many eyeballs and footfalls, I began walking around the floor, and then from floor to floor, observing the many stylistic and curious shops.
Imagine being back in the colony of Massachusetts before the Revolutionary war. As you walk down the streets of Boston, you meet a young man named Johnny Tremain. After listening to his story, you think of the different ways you could describe him. You could describe him by his looks, by his personality, and by the talents he portrays. His character is so interesting that it's hard to describe his skilled talents, his complex personality, and his adored physical features.
“My glorious hour, yeah right,” and with that said, he nearly fell on his face, grabbing the meter before hitting the ground. Holding on for support, he rocks back and forth. With a loud clap of thunder, the clouds open with a heavy pouring; a cold and clammy feeling captures the air, at the same time the rainwater bounced off his forehead down the cheek of the drunk [leaving a trail of a concealed intimate pain]. The lowly drunk pulled the cherry wine from his pocket and looked deeply into the container, temporarily satisfying his desire.
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This Story takes place in 1961, in a small New England town's A&P grocery store. Sammy, the narrator, is introduced as a grocery checker and an observer of the store's patrons. He finds himself fascinated by a particular group of girls. Just in from the beach and still in their bathing suits, they are a stark contrast, to the otherwise plain store interior. As they go about their errands, Sammy observes the reactions, of the other customers, to this trio of young women. He uses the word "Sheep" to describe the store regulars, as they seem to follow one and other, in their actions and reactions. The girls, however, appear to be unique in all aspects of their beings: walking, down the isles, against the grain: going barefoot and in swim suits, amongst the properly attired clientele. They are different and this is what catches and holds Sammy's attention. He sees them in such detail, that he can even see the queen of the bunch. Sammy observes their movements and gestures, up until the time of their checkout. At which point, they are confronted by the store manager and chastised for their unacceptable appearance. He believes their attire to be indecent. Sammy, feeling that the managerial display was unnecessary and unduly embarrassing for the girls, decides to quit his position as checker. Thought he knows that his decision may be hasty, he knows that he has to follow through and he can never go back. He leaves, with a clean conscious, but the burden of not knowing what the future has in store.
The molten silver was bubbling in the cracked crucible. It started to spill all over its sides leaking down onto the floor. At first he felt nothing, then a great sudden pang. The pain was excruciating. His body collapsed on the floor with his hand following behind.
“Look she’s going to room 22B, our math room!”Delaney exclaimed as we peered around a corner at her. She was knocking on the