Why do people feel like killing another human being? And what are they telling themselves to make it okay? In our world today there are a lot of murders. Many of the killers are convicted for their crimes then there are also some of them who manage to slip away from the police and the investigation but then come the hardest sentence of them all. You will have to live whit the guilt of what you have done for the rest of your life because you cannot tell anybody. The main character in the story “The Man Who Loves Flowers” by Stephen King from 1977, acts like it is no big deal maybe his greatest regret is that he will never see his one true love, Norma, again.
The main character is a young man, who appears to be in love. He wears a grey suit and a tie that is pulled down a little. His eyes are light blue and his hair is brown and cut short. He is plain looking, but because he is in love, people on the street think he is beautiful. We are told he is on his way to meet his girl Norma, and it all sounds very romantic.
In the beginning the story is sweet, it is really romantic. Especially in the line “The air was soft and beautiful, the sky was darkening by slow degrees from blue to the calm and lovely violet of dusk” (p.175, ll.2-4) In this sentence there is a complete love story, and you expect something lovely to happen later in the story. There are told about all those little shops, and all those happy people, the reason there are giving, is that it is spring time and everyone is in love. But the story does not continue that way in the line “It was getting darker now … could he have been mistaken?” (p.179, ll.41-42) the story is completely devoid of painting words, and beautiful scenes. He has gone into a narrow lane with garbage cans to meet whit his girlfriend whom he brings flowers. One starts to fell the creeps, and you know the story cannot end well.
Maybe the main character is schizophrenic in the line “His name was love, and he