The rain drops raced down the side of Tom’s office window. Collecting his blue prints he took a moment and looked out at the overcast skies. Another rainy day in Pittsburgh he thought. He proceeds to put on his coat, grabs the umbrella standing in the corner and leaves. Walking outside, he joins the waves of people also getting off working and heading home. Tom took the T home every day from his work on Wood Street to his home on Beagle Dr. He waited in the terminal stoic just staring ahead as he usually does. Holding his blueprints and brief case in opposite hands he listens to the conversations around him. People small talking about the weather, work, or about how big their kids have gotten. Conversations would pause as the trains passed …show more content…
They were on the same line and got off work somewhat around the same time. Both routinely got on the same car every day. Occasionally, the doors would open and Tom could see his wife standing there with a smile. He loved moments like that. But today he stepped into the crowded train, gave a glance around but didn’t see her. It wasn’t really something he expected so it was never a disappointing feeling. He’ll see her later.
Finally, home. Tom thought as he retracted his umbrella and walked up the flights of wooden stairs. Reaching his apartment, he fumbles for his keys and inserts them into the keyhole. The door was already unlocked, his wife must be home already. He opens the door and sees Penelope spoon feeding their 1-year old Theodore.
“The nanny said little Theo was great today hun.”
“Oh, is that right?” Tom replied with a smile as he gave both a kiss.
Penelope returned to feeding Theo “By the way you got a package today. It’s on the counter. It didn’t say who it’s from
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An orange tabby cat now faced tom. He walked slowly on to the desk.
“Tom great to meet you, I’m Cat Boss. Can I offer you any milk?”
“Uh no, no I’m good. Thank you though.”
“That’s a shame, this stuff is great. Hawaii Imported. They only make 50 cartons a year.” Cat boss jumped off the desk and proceeded over to the indented section of his cabinets. He poured the milk out of its fancy glass container and into two crystal cups. He gave Tom one anyways.
“Now Tom, as you know we are looking to build the largest scratching post ever. Around 1500 feet high. Doable for sure but I called you hear to talk about when we can get this finished.”
“Well, as we said earlier in our previous meetings with your company, we expect it to be done within two years.” Tom replied with a slight shake in his voice.
“Tom, I called you hear personally because my colleagues say you are a reasonable guy and I believe that. So, as you might understand my company has been slacking lately in the market. I really need this tower done in one year.”
“But sir, that’s half the time. I’m not sure it’s
Tom is a very ambitious person when it comes to his work. He is caught up in getting a promotion from work by doing a project. Tom just focuses on the “big picture,” which is his future, rather than the “small picture,” which is what his wife is doing. This trait changes at the end when he decides to go to the movies with his wife. When the paper flew out the window for the second time, he realized that he can do the paper over again but he can never take back that one specific night he could have spent with his wife.
“this is going to be a treasure” Kristina stated from the other side of the room
Later the poor and inculpable man came outside to throw the garbage. The clear night and few stars in the west and the steady, light traffic on EL Camino made him to see the life and the question in another perspective. He though about the old days and though about the future. Eventually he found how precious his wife to him and he loves his wife so much. He feel that he argue with her and make her unhappy. He feel regret, so he changed his mind. A man who loves his wife really much would so something like him.
Crossing the porch where we had dined that June night three months before, I came across a small rectangle of light which I guessed was the pantry window. The blind was drawn, but I found a rift in the sill. Tom and Daisy were sitting across from one another at the kitchen table. They were engaged in a conversation.
“He has a great working relationship with all the departments. He's a very agreeable person, and he does everything you could ask of him.”
Covered from head to toe with red quarter-sized hail welts, I rushed off the well-used softball field with a traumatizing memory. Even with frustrating coaches and umpires, we still managed to stay ahead of Sauk Rapids-Rice. This forever memory will always be something to laugh about and relieve anger from my frustrating coaches.
Road I descended a hill and came upon a narrow bridge. The car went off
My roommate spends every spring break at Rocky Point and comes back with several horror stories, which means in a way, I understand your pain. Your last sentence made me chuckle, because from the sound of it, Mexico won. The last sentence would actually be a great hook for the beginning of your story. You clearly had many different adventures during Mexico; you honestly could talk about one story and expand on that. In the first paragraph, you had to talk yourself out of being arrested, which is a great hook, especially since you are (from what I assume), not from Mexico, which gives you a unique perspective with boarder patrol. However, I never hear more about that story throughout the text. Obviously, you used persuasion to avoid the ticket,
It led her to reflect on how she was living her life, and reminded her of the aspirations she had coming to New York. In the months that followed, she was uneasy, Jeanette couldn’t seem to accept the passing of her father. “ I found myself always wanting to be somewhere other than where I was. It took me a while to realize that just being on the move wasn’t enough : that I needed to reconsider everything” (280). Her father meant so much to her, now that he was gone she was loss and did not know how to move on. As a result, Jeanette realized that life on Park Avenue was not for her and decided to leave her husband, Eric. She carefully planned out her actions and reconsidered all aspects of her life. “ He was a good man, but not the right one for me. And Park Avenue was not where I belonged ” ( 281). Her relationship with Eric was good, she had a stable job and lived in a beautiful apartment on Park Avenue. However, when her Dad had passed, she became more self-aware and began making major decisions regarding her lifestyle. As time went by, Jeanette met her new husband, John. They invited the whole family for a Thanksgiving dinner at their new home. It had been five years since the death of Dad and she was now able to move on and find a closure for herself. She was strong enough to see her family which deeply reminded her of Dad. In contrast, Jeanette was now able to think of Dad in happiness. “We raised our glasses. I could almost hear Dad chuckling at Mom’s comment in the way I always did when he was truly enjoying something” (288). At dinner with all her family, she expresses her memories of her Dad in happiness, in which demonstrates her transition from grief to acceptance. Jeanette’s journey to accepting the passing of her father guided her through major changes in her life and sparked her to realise that the way she living was not right for
“I have no fear of burglars; I spoke loudly over his sales pitch.” My voice crackled. I “have old Bessie and a rocking chair with a good view of the driveway. I doubt anyone would come sneaking around my house.”
“That’s what I thought, but I guess that’s not how my boss feels,” replied Max
The man from the end of the line shuffled down the porch and stepped onto the black pavement. He sauntered towards the back of the parking lot approaching his car. His wife stood leaning on the end of the car waiting for him to get out of the building. His wife’s hair was cut short enough to only barely reach the grey collar of her dress. In her hair, she snuggly tucked away a purple flower behind her ear. She didn’t say a word to him, just smiled, and they got into their Red Dodge Viper Convertible and disappeared into the traffic.
As the dark stadium filled with fire, with the sounds of guns and bombs exploding everywhere, the crazed fans yelled at the top of their lungs. The enormous stage was rumbling with the sound of a single guitar as the band slowly started their next encore performance. Soon after I realized that I was actually at the Sanitarium concert listening to Metallica play "One", I thought to my self, "Is this real, am I actually here right now?" I had a weird feeling the entire time because I had worked all summer to simply listen to music with a bunch of strangers.
It was late and the house was silent. Tom came home from work late a lot, so the silence was expected. By this time, Marie was in bed and his dinner, the evening newspaper, and the mail were waiting for him on the table. Tom closed the door and walked down the short hall to the kitchen. Everything was set on the table. He quickly looked through the mail and went over to the bin to throw an unwanted advertisement away. Tom noticed a crumpled piece of his wife’s stationary inside. He picked it up and opened it.
The men return to work the next day with a new distraction on their minds. The weather has changed suddenly and is no longer attractive to sun bathers. Without the presence of the woman on the roof there are no sexual thoughts to preoccupy them. For Tom and Stanley, the consequences of their actions are forgotten and only evident in their new levels of understanding.