Cookie By Eudora Welty: A Narrative Fiction

The day was so boiling that you could see the heat simmering above the road. I sat beside Lauren, my best friend of two years, as we buzzed down the highway in her father’s, or as I call him Burnie’s, Cadillac De Ville Convertible. With the roof off and wind in our ears, blocking any possible sound from being heard.

One night a young girl named Lily Foster is left alone for the night in her very large country house, while her parents drove out of town for a party. This was fine with Lily especially since she had her faithful dog, Scout, and her cell phone. Finally, her parents said, ‘’Be safe and don’t go outside.’’ Lily gave them a hug and said, ‘’Of course and have fun!’’ Once her parents drove off in their car, she made herself something to eat and sat down at the kitchen table.

As she walks through the door after a long and exhausting day, Monee King is greeted with “Hey Mom!”, from her 4 beautiful teenage girls. She cooks an amazing dinner after cooking for others all day. They sit at the kitchen table and bow their heads in prayer. After a quiet “Amen” the table erupts in stories about each of the young girl's day. She listens and laughs while thinking “This wasn't easy but it was worth it”

“Today I will live in the moment unless it's unpleasant in which case I will eat a cookie” as I write this story, Those words of Cookie Monster resounded in my head. I had to pick an inspiration for this essay and yes i picked Cookie Monster. He is not just the loving blue monster that loves and would do anything for a cookie he's more than that to me he is an inspiration he is not just an idea that was made into a character he is a idea made into the enthusiastic motivated great influence monster that we all know and love as Cookie Monster.

It had taken some rearranging, but the Payne’s were going to have to share a room, with each of her sisters and their husband bedding in one of the girl’s double beds. Pa grumbled the most when he was sent out to the shed to share the space with his sons, who had been carried there earlier. Alma sensibly pointed out that the senior Paynes couldn’t be expected to sleep in the shed and Ma’s bed had taken over the parlor. Still, he took some persuading to go back out into the pounding rain and race to the barn. Finally, Alma propped her legs on the edge of the bed and slept the night away in the bedside rocker. The day had been long and hard and she was exhausted. She had planned to sit through the night with Ma anyway. But if Ma stirred, she didn’t call enough to wake

Sarah slugged through the early morning work and realized-too soon- that she needed to make a trip to the house. She made her way, clasping her arms around her for warmth in the cold November morning. Painted Girl’s borrowed sweater did not help dissipate the cold air, and neither did the lingering whiskey in her system. A light shone in the window illuminating Grandfather and Dingle, who sat at the table together eating pie. She watched as Dingle grabbed a juicy strawberry from Grandfather’s pie and nibbled at it greedily. Grandfather must have finished his hunt early, Sarah realized. She had hoped to avoid Grandfather today but nature called. There was no choice, either the woods or the house. Sarah did an about turn and went for the

William became known as ‘cookie’, being the main cook, who would normally have that handle, didn’t like being called by that title. He preferred his own name, Mr. Goodsby. Mr. Goodsby was an elderly gentleman with a large white mustache that curled up on each side, and a little plump, but it never affected his agility when it came to setting up, and breaking down camp.

When the Weeping Willow trees became abundant around every sector of the car, I knew we were getting close. Once we passed the bridge by the small, grass bank called Cypher Beach, I could barely sit still in the front seat of my grandparents truck because I knew we were about to arrive. There I sat, waiting anxiously with my size ten feet smashed into a size seven foot box because if I removed them, I affected my grandfather's ability to drive and my grandmother’s ability to sit and look pretty. Even though the flip of the coin always caused me to sit in the front, compared to the comfy back where the other four children sat, it was all worth it when we arrived to our destination. The destination was just up the road, where we turned right

Her top and doors are absent, just as a coaster car, letting her passengers experience the beautiful outdoors as they drive along. The wind slapping across my face grows stronger as Sadie’s speedometer gradually ascends. However, unlike a roller coaster, hands and feet do not have to maintain inside the car at all times. My foot rests on the warm fender as I fly down the road. The only feature keeping me from falling out is the dainty fettuccine seatbelt wrapped across my lap, tightening, like a mother holding her child, as I come to every stop. Among every turn and curve, I am a boat being hit by a wave, tilting and swaying side to side. Throughout the ride, smells of sustenance and freshly cut grass penetrate my nostrils. For these reasons, Sadie, most literally, has an “open-door” policy. She is open for all to see and experience. As well as the freeing feeling of driving along in Sadie, there is a sense of inclusivity amid Jeep Wrangler

A sudden emptiness seemed to flow from the sweltering air and into our thoughts. The drive back from New York felt hauntingly isolated. Uncomfortable silence filled the yellow car. The silence was only to be broken by warm air whistling as Daisy’s white dress swooshed around through the gentle breeze.

I wake up, my head pushed against a desk and I wonder where I am. Who am I today? A vague memory of a bet comes to mind.

This was yet the third ride in a week that had broken down in Disney. Many people had noticed this, but one family inparticular had been there during all of the ride mishaps that week. This family was the Winston’s, Demetrius who is the dad, Adella who is the mom, and the three kids, Cleo the sister who is 14, Edgar the brother who is 10 and Figaro who is 7. The family had never seen this many rides break down in Disney and the kids were starting to get very upset because all of their favorite rides were quickly breaking down. The family was then starting to think this was a little more than a coinidiendedce.

One day in the middle of summer, I was at my friend Moriah’s house swinging on a glider in her backyard. Moriah’s Uncle Robert brought over his pet Boxer named Jax and he was running around playing fetch with his chew toy.

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