Clemmy Sue: A Narrative Analysis
On a damp, Saturday afternoon, in the rural southern town, of Wrongberight, Clemmy Sue Jarvis sits in silence on the top step of her front porch, sipping lemon laced ice tea from a chipped mason jar. The moment her pale blue eyes catch sight of the storm approaching from the northeast, she becomes vexed. Given that, four days of intermittent rainstorms had already saturated every inch of town and transformed the roadways into a never-ending slip and slide. Clemmy Sue adamantly detests the idea of venturing out onto the deplorable roadways. However, the only way to accomplish what she needs to achieve today, means getting behind the wheel of her rusty Ford pickup.