A Summary Of The Unconventional Narrative-Fixing The Past
Unconventional Narrative - Fixing The Past
Steve rested his hand on the rough paintwork that coated the walls. Rough wooden splinters pierced his palm. Across every wall was a hue of amber liquid, and fragments of black paint that deteriorated on the floor. The door handle squeaked a warning, but the plea was silenced quickly by a storm of noise. Laughter overpowered the jukebox and conversations twirled in a dirty cloud of smoke. A sharp smell of drink wafted towards him, like black plumes bellowing from the windows of a burning house. Moments later, Steve sat down at the counter, and drank his Jack Daniels. He felt as if he should reveal his thoughts, but no one was listening. Finishing his drink, Steve got up and decided …show more content…
In his many years of being a bartender, William has met a lot of people. But this guy. This guy was a genuine fruitcake. Decrepit looking with prunke like blue-veined hands and long, greyish hair. The stranger sat down as William had his lunch, and presented himself using only his first name. Promptly, he jumped into a conversation. Flitting from subject to subject like a hyperactive hummingbird, William had barely been able to articulate a single word. Now Jack was looking at William intensely. His pasty blue eyes alight with bona fide curiosity. The silence created by the question expanded to several moments; the only lapse in this one-sided conversation so …show more content…
William was surprised and a little disturbed as to how Jack knew all of this, but didn’t query.
“I should have taken more time”, William finished quietly. Jack gazed at William’s eyes earnestly, “do you think this has caused a problem for you to create relationships, are you afraid of the responsibility?”, William nodded with shame. Jack was somehow in his head, but none of this longer mattered to William. All that mattered was the intolerable weight he had carried on his shoulders for the past 4 years.
“What would you do if you had the time, William?”, “I’d fix it”, replied William with an enthusiastic manner. Jack placed his hand on William’s arm, “Then fix it”, smiled Jack. The park began to evaporate. The bright colours of the grass, sky and flowers started to churn into a kaleidoscope of stars. The pinprick of colours began to shape into planets, flourishing and fading like the grains of sand blowing in a nimble
Steve rested his hand on the rough paintwork that coated the walls. Rough wooden splinters pierced his palm. Across every wall was a hue of amber liquid, and fragments of black paint that deteriorated on the floor. The door handle squeaked a warning, but the plea was silenced quickly by a storm of noise. Laughter overpowered the jukebox and conversations twirled in a dirty cloud of smoke. A sharp smell of drink wafted towards him, like black plumes bellowing from the windows of a burning house. Moments later, Steve sat down at the counter, and drank his Jack Daniels. He felt as if he should reveal his thoughts, but no one was listening. Finishing his drink, Steve got up and decided …show more content…
In his many years of being a bartender, William has met a lot of people. But this guy. This guy was a genuine fruitcake. Decrepit looking with prunke like blue-veined hands and long, greyish hair. The stranger sat down as William had his lunch, and presented himself using only his first name. Promptly, he jumped into a conversation. Flitting from subject to subject like a hyperactive hummingbird, William had barely been able to articulate a single word. Now Jack was looking at William intensely. His pasty blue eyes alight with bona fide curiosity. The silence created by the question expanded to several moments; the only lapse in this one-sided conversation so …show more content…
William was surprised and a little disturbed as to how Jack knew all of this, but didn’t query.
“I should have taken more time”, William finished quietly. Jack gazed at William’s eyes earnestly, “do you think this has caused a problem for you to create relationships, are you afraid of the responsibility?”, William nodded with shame. Jack was somehow in his head, but none of this longer mattered to William. All that mattered was the intolerable weight he had carried on his shoulders for the past 4 years.
“What would you do if you had the time, William?”, “I’d fix it”, replied William with an enthusiastic manner. Jack placed his hand on William’s arm, “Then fix it”, smiled Jack. The park began to evaporate. The bright colours of the grass, sky and flowers started to churn into a kaleidoscope of stars. The pinprick of colours began to shape into planets, flourishing and fading like the grains of sand blowing in a nimble