The young woman was driving her silver-colored car. Inside of it, besides her, were her three young kids. The children chatted amongst themselves as the mother kept driving, her eyes on the road in front of her. Dark green leaves that formed a tree slowly glided down the grass-covered ground. Buildings arose from left to right as she managed her car. Different varieties of cars, from red like a ruby and to black like coal.
Behind the 20 something year old, the toddlers could get a sniff of the gasoline of cars passing by. Birds were chirping as they flew on by and the engine roared when coming back to life, when the car started up again. Everything seemed to be going as planned. But that took a wrong turn to disaster. The lady, felt the leather …show more content…
Why was the police officer giving her a ticket? This was injustice! This was unfair because she did nothing wrong. She was following the rules and her driving was perfectly fine. Moments later, she received a ticket and the police officer left. She could feel the groan coming from her throat. But she didn’t let it out. She couldn’t be frustrated over a simple thing. But only it wasn’t a simple thing. It was rather a huge thing. She was a proud citizen of the U.S. Her name was Olga Ordaz. But she was Hispanic. Maybe he had been a little bit too racist or something, because this was injustice. Totally unfair since she did nothing at all, …show more content…
When she entered her bedroom, and her back hit the wonderful soft bed, she mentally groaned. Why couldn’t she just stay in her bed all day long? She learned from this whole experience that you have to be careful with everybody. Be careful with what you say and or think. She did let out a noise the emitted from her throat. Which was a laugh. Her 3 children, 2 girls and a boy older than the 2 girls jumped on the bed. Craving for their mothers attention. After all that happened throughout the whole day, it wouldn’t hurt to give them a little attention? So that’s how her day began and
Susie’s mother opened the door to let Molly, Susie’s babysitter, inside. Ten-month old Susie seemed happy to see Molly. Susie then observed her mother put her jacket on and Susie’s face turned from smiling to sad as she realized that her mother was going out. Molly had sat for Susie many times in the past month, and Susie had never reacted like this before. When Susie’s mother returned home, the sitter told her that Susie had cried until she knew that her mother had left and then they had a nice time playing with toys until she heard her mother’s key in the door. Then Susie began crying once again.
The front end of the station wagon disintegrated upon impact, sending pieces of debris all over the highway. Alex and Angela’s parents were both thrown into the dashboard and windshield as the engine block raced at them with equal force. As the girls braced during the impact, they were both thrown forward, but were quickly arrested by their seatbelts. They screamed as the car careened and then skidded to a stop somewhere in the nearby farmer’s field, parts of the vehicle’s now twisted metal frame and blown out tires working as an impromptu brake to halt the vehicle.
Her ability to use incredibly graphic details poetically just enhance the experience for the reader. Her car ride is a solemn one, and readers are introduced to the disturbances inside of the car as well as outside. Olds is able to express to readers the issues her father has with drinking while associating it to the death outside of the car as well. She is able to bring readers into the dark car with her, witnessing the wreckage, the cars strewn over the highway, and most importantly the body of the woman. While the accident wasn’t any fault of the car she is riding in, she is up front with readers how her father is not quite sober, and just missed hitting someone himself. Olds is able to use the graphic imagery of the accident and the somber interior of the car to express the family struggles she endured as well. Sheltered by her mother from the scene outside, she is left reflecting on the life that is represented on the road. Readers can feel the dark turn of her thoughts as she compares the carnage on the road as “…glass, bone, metal, flesh, and the family” (Olds). It is this ending in which Olds allows readers to understand the complexity of feelings that were associated with the accident on the dark rain covered highway. Reflecting on the
When she and her Ma got home, it was almost dark outside. Frances saw something suspicious, her brother(Mike), shouldn’t be out at this time. Once they got inside, Frances and her mother tucked in all the children and went to bed themselves. Frances was still wondering about Mike, “What was he doing?” She fell asleep falling wiry of her younger brother. When she up, they had breakfast, and headed to their jobs. Frances was still wondering what Mike had done. “Was he stealing? No, their Da(father) had taught them better than that before he fell ill and died. She had never seen her mother cry until then.
She was looking at the wall while lying on her bed. The bed was not big but it was big enough for her. The bedroom was cold and her blanket covered her cold feet. Everyday, Rebecca would pick her granddaughter up form school, fed her, and laid her on her bed. This time she looked at the wall, like an artist contemplates her masterpiece after
It had three men inside; the driver began to gaze at the family. The driver got out of the car and stood beside it. All three men had guns; the children screamed again saying “we had an ACCIDENT.” The kids started to make him nervous with the questions they were asking; so he told the mother to get the kids over beside her. June asked him why he was telling them what to do.
Hallelujah woke up from her soft cozy bed. Same time for school everyday, even on the weekends. It was a part of her routine and she was so used to it. Sleeping in on Saturdays and Sundays were very difficult. When she got up, she shivered the cold in her room hit her like a slap after doing something wrong. She looked at the brown sack that held a secret she was dying to find out but Hallelujah had to head over to Lake Michigan. She headed over to her bathroom across the hall and used the pail of water to wash her face and scrub her teeth. She used the towel hanging on the rack to pat her face, dripping with water. Hallelujah put on her Saturday outfit, a typical long sleeve shirt with a gray, long fluffy jacket and put on some pantalettes. She headed downstairs with the sack in her hand and a tissue in another. As she headed downstairs, smelled a large whiff of Miss Tilly’s scrambled eggs topped with cheddar cheese, toasted bread, shreds of bacon, a sausage link and a cup of coffee. There was a side of strawberries too.
He meandered down the road, expecting to see some merchants or really anything, but there was nothing. He had figured this was a very small town, but he had not expected this. It was practically deserted. The sun was setting as he walked to his small living area, and out of nowhere, a young woman ran past him. He tried stop her to see what was going on, but she was quick and didn’t look back. He kept on walking to his hotel, wondering about the girl and why she was alone and was in such a hurry. When he arrived at his room, he took a short nap so that he would not be tired for his job that night, whatever it was. When he woke up, the small clock in his room read 9:30 pm. He lumbered out of his bed and started walking over to the farm where he and the farmer were supposed to meet. The air was cooler than during the day, but not cold. It was actually a fairly nice night for a walk. He went to the field to meet the
The house wasn’t as luxurious as Hana had hoped, but it was pretty nice with its antique décor. Hana sipped her tea, and her stomach thanked her, for she hadn’t eaten in days. She looked up and realized that they were all staring at her, waiting for her to say something. “How are all of you doing today?” Hana asked with a red face. She was embarrassed that she was quiet for that long. “We are happy now that you are here, Hana! How is your family? Mrs. Toda replied in a bit too cheery tone. “My mom and sister are fine. My uncle sends his greetings,” Hana responded quickly. “Ah, your uncle is a good man, did he send you here?” Mr.Toda said in a longing tone. “He says that you are a well-educated woman, who likes her studies.” “Yes, I am studying to become a doctor, but God knows best,” Hana answered. “I like this lady,
The rhythm of my morning walk to school is interrupted instantaneously by the torturing shriek of rubber tires skidding, only to be followed by the chilling screech of metal scraping metal. Down the street at the corner of St. Rose and Wyandotte, all eyes lock open in absolute shock at the tragic mess of a wrong turn. One cherry red Toyota truck had absorbed and spit out a silver Honda Civic. The surrounding air becomes smothered with a thick blend of the toxic fumes of gas and the cruel smell of charred rubber. Three young men race towards the wreck to rescue the victims trapped inside, as people take out their phones to shakily call 911. To the left, one car lays upside down, surrounded by a blanket of fragmented glass. To the right, there
She reached her hands up to her eyes to wipe away the sleep. She twisted to stretch her back, feeling the soreness of falling after running into Caesar. She replayed the conversation that they had yesterday. Caesar was lying, she knew how much he needed her. At Caesar's other life he was abused and he had just recently gotten out of depression. If she left and she set him into a backward spiral she wouldn’t be able to live with herself. Noticing the late time, she pulled herself out of her thoughts and lazily pushed away the rough, vintage comforter and tiptoed across the cold wooden floor over to Ben's bed. She shook him awake trying to be gentle as he awoke softy to reveal his chocolate brown eyes. Ben let out a soft groan and rolled
The sounds of laughter echoed around the living room and the smell of sweet potatoes, dressing, chitterlings, and turnip greens filled the air. The living room walls were white and red curtains were hanging in front of the window seals. The fire place had black coal around the edges of brown brick that formed from burning short days and long nights. I could hear my little cousins’ feet hitting the brown and shiny hardwood floor as they ran to the kitchen. Their laughter echoed around the dense hallway, and those sounds reminded me that I had the longest day ahead of me. I rolled out of bed and stared at the reflection of myself and let out a deep sigh. As my feet rubbed against
Several of the residents of Glendale also noticed the black van. Since nothing out of the ordinary ever happened in their sleepy town, everyone was buzzing with curiosity, peering out of windows and door peepholes at the mysterious van. After what seemed like an eternity, the drivers’ door of the van opened up and a tall man in a crisp black suit, black tie, black shoes and limousine-tinted black sunglasses stepped out, walked around the van and opened the sliding door on its’ side. Now, all the residents in view of the van started opening their doors, shamelessly curious to know who the strange man was or what oddities were contained within the van. They didn’t have long to wait. Just as quickly as the door opened, children started piling out the side, one after the other. None could be older than age ten, and all wer...
The dark, black sky was covered with a million bright shining stars. The moon shimmered above a small town in the suburbs of London. The gentle wind swept past the bare trees and danced with the leaves below it, creating a colourful array of orange, yellow, red and brown. Across the street, a light was on in a small house where a tall, dark haired woman stood, talking to her two children Nicola and Erin. While she was tucking them in Erin asked, “Mummy, will you tell us a story please?” “I’m sorry but its time to go to sleep now,” she said. “Please mummy,” begged Nicola “Okay but only one story,” she replied “This story is about how I got lost when I was a young girl and how I met an incredible man. It all began when…”
Four dusty cars came in from the Meridian highway, moving slowly in a line. They went around the square, passed the bank building, and stopped in front of the jail. I was expecting them, and that is why I had been sitting on my chair reading the newspaper. I closed the newspaper, folded it intentionally in the case of a fight, and pushed my hat to the back of my head.