Elie Wiesel's 'Life': A Narrative Fiction
I wandered wondrously through the dense, compact forest to seek for myself a future. It is on this day that I ultimately decided to make the bold decision and take initiative in my life. For it was in the past that I spent countless hours in my home, wandering wondrously with no ambition. I had no hope, no desire, no goal for myself. I lived life as the days rolled by.
My family was concerned. I would say my friends were as well, although at the time I had none. My father called me a bum. The phrase “low-life” was thrown around quite a bit as well. He said that I was to not exist if my life was to continue on in it’s sub-par glory. The worst part of all was that glimmer in his eye. The glimmer that wished I would change, but deep down knew it should have no hope. Yet while I put …show more content…
“Oh, young fellow, I just knew! I have this sense. Let me tell you about it inside,” he said as he opened the door even wider. I stepped inside the rugged shack, the smell of mildew wafting up my nose. “Would you care for some tea and crumpets?”
“No thanks, sir.”
“Please, Samuel, you mustn't refer to me as sir. My name is Chester Millington, Oxford graduate of 1957.”
He reached his hand out and shook my extended arm with urgency and sureness. Mr. Millington proceeded to close the door, only for the handle to fall off without any effort.
“Oh, bollocks! I just had this fixed only yesterday,” he said as he closed the door. “I mustn't have this man work for me again. Poor worker, this man. Are you a poor worker yourself?”
“I-I don’t know. I don’t think so.”
“Well, son, I am glad to hear. Are you sure you wouldn’t like to be helped to some tea?” I nodded my head. “Suit yourself. This Earl Grey came from my hometown and was sent by my grandmother. It is worth a fortune, this tea.”
I stood in his living, apprehensively glancing around the cramped office. Papers sat on the floor, appearing as ancient, if not more, as the shack
My family was concerned. I would say my friends were as well, although at the time I had none. My father called me a bum. The phrase “low-life” was thrown around quite a bit as well. He said that I was to not exist if my life was to continue on in it’s sub-par glory. The worst part of all was that glimmer in his eye. The glimmer that wished I would change, but deep down knew it should have no hope. Yet while I put …show more content…
“Oh, young fellow, I just knew! I have this sense. Let me tell you about it inside,” he said as he opened the door even wider. I stepped inside the rugged shack, the smell of mildew wafting up my nose. “Would you care for some tea and crumpets?”
“No thanks, sir.”
“Please, Samuel, you mustn't refer to me as sir. My name is Chester Millington, Oxford graduate of 1957.”
He reached his hand out and shook my extended arm with urgency and sureness. Mr. Millington proceeded to close the door, only for the handle to fall off without any effort.
“Oh, bollocks! I just had this fixed only yesterday,” he said as he closed the door. “I mustn't have this man work for me again. Poor worker, this man. Are you a poor worker yourself?”
“I-I don’t know. I don’t think so.”
“Well, son, I am glad to hear. Are you sure you wouldn’t like to be helped to some tea?” I nodded my head. “Suit yourself. This Earl Grey came from my hometown and was sent by my grandmother. It is worth a fortune, this tea.”
I stood in his living, apprehensively glancing around the cramped office. Papers sat on the floor, appearing as ancient, if not more, as the shack