Drop Her Cane Analysis

From across the library came Comstock’s shout, and a few seconds later he tore into the aisle of shelves we were in. Then I heard it -- the crash of a door being kicked open. I grabbed Cresswell -- no, Eric -- and pushed him into a run. As Comstock caught up with us, he handed me a book.

McClain had been driving an 87-year-old back to her home in 1700 block of 18th St. W. when the heavy rain hit. Trying to stay safe, she followed a car in front of her onto 17th Avenue West since it had the same ground clearance. Though water ahead forced her to turn onto 3rd Street West and that is when she drove into the water, stopping her vehicle.

He continued on his quest to the Confederate base in Huntsville. The trees around him were full of foliage with a warm, summer breeze blowing through their dark-green leaves. He walked for hours on the road to the base, but nevertheless, he never felt hungry or thirsty. The desire to warn the army was all the fuel needed for his journey and after an extremely long walk, he finally made it to the base and knocked on the door, but there was no answer. It was peculiar that there were no sentinels guarding the base. He knocked again and still - no answer. Peyton turned and asked a lady walking down the road, “Excuse me, madam, is this the Confederate base?” but there was no answer. Peyton was not sure whether she had heard him, or if she was ignoring him. He stepped in the middle of the road and asked her again, but to his surprise and entire shock, the woman went right through

“ a landlord was surprised to find all of his tenants gone, except two old men. Uncle Ben and Uncle Joe were too poor to purchase train tickets. They sorrowfully told their landlord that everyone else had abandoned him, but that they had loyally remained behind on the plantation. The landlord gave the two men some money because they promised to stay and work the crops. Immediately after he left, the old-timers took the money and boarded the train to join their companions in the

One Saturday morning, down the old dirt road came a dirty black pickup. Within this vehicle sat Doctor Rutherford Bentson, science professor. as he typically did on weekends like this. The pickup approached the end of the road, and the car approached to a stop in front of a dead tree. The worn seat was relieved of its pain when Bentson climbed out of the driver side door.

As Pa opened the door, his ginger hair and bright green eyes entered my vision. How are his eyes still bright during this storm? He’s the boss of William and Rose. He complained that they haven’t worked in three days. I remember his exact words. “Charles good to see you!” He said to Pa, shaking his hand. “Good to see you too. Why have you stopped by Ry?” Pa replied. “Willy and Rose haven’t worked in three days, and I ain’t gettin’ my money! I’m sure you ain’t gettin’ any money either. May I borrow them for the day?” Pa looked back at William and Rose. They’re faces in fear. Pa nodded, let out a sigh and turned to look back at Ryland. “Yes you may. But please, keep them safe out there and bring them back at 5pm sharp.” I snapped out of my thoughts. “Pa? What time is it?” Pa looked at his watch on his left wrist. “It’s 4:49pm sweetie. Your brother and sister will be here shortly. Well, I hope so.” Pa walked upstairs to talk to Ma and left me sitting there alone, at the kitchen table. About seven minutes later, there’s a knock at the door. I answer it and see a dirt covered William and a dusty covered Rose. “Willy? Rose? Are you guys okay?” I ask as they start walking to the kitchen. “Yes, we’re fine. Just very tired.” Rose says. I look back at the white door and see that I’m still holding it open. Ryland then appears. “Oh, I was expecting your father to be at the door Kathleen!” He let out a little laugh, then coughed. “They both worked very hard today. Well.. just tell your father that they both have four dollars in their hands.” He says. “Will do. See you soon Mr. Masterson.”, I say as I close the door and walk to the kitchen seeing two tired, stressed hard

By late Saturday afternoon, the roadways in Flat Holler have endured four days of intense rain and another torrential rainstorm is threatening the town. The ominous gray clouds overhead might daunt the townspeople, but not Clemmie Sue, who is hell bent on reaching the home of her dear friend, Estelle Louise Button, before they rip a seam. Her petite foot, therefore, is heavy on the accelerator of her rusty, worn out Chevy pickup, kept mobile with a roll of duct tape, a large bottle of Elmer’s glue and a shout out to God when needed. When she turns onto Millers Way a narrow two-lane country road, on which Estelle Louise’s home is located, instead of reducing her speed she increases, because she knows the road as well as her favorite song, the Star Spangle Banner.

At around 7:30 pm that night, we were just about done closing the store up for the night and Grace had left for only a few moments to move her car into the right parking space of the Montillio’s parking lot in order to warm it up. The three of us clocked out and left the store, getting into the car. After a minute or two of getting settled into the car, we began pulling out; intending on going in the direction of the bridge that connected North Montello Street and Spark Street and leads to the street that I lived on, Winter Street.

"Suddenly he remembered that the purse and the things he had taken out of the old woman's box were still in his pockets! He had not thought till then of taking them out and hiding them!... The paper had come off the bottom of the wall and hung there in tatters. He began stuffing all the things into the hole under the paper: 'They're in! All out of sight, and the purse too!' he thought gleefully, getting up and gazing blankly at the hole which bulged out more than ever. Suddenly he shuddered all over with horror; 'My

Granny has been through several triumphs in her life. She was about to marry George and he left her at the altar. After that happened she married and her husband John which passed away. She learned to be an independent woman that did not rely on anyone. “She had fenced in a hundred acres once, digging the post holes herself and clamping the wires with just a negro boy to help.” (67) She did both chores that the woman and the man would do. At the end, Granny blew out the light in fear of

In the story “A Worn Path” by Eudora Wetly, an elderly woman goes to Natchez, Mississippi in order to get medicine for her sick grandson. As she travels, she comes across many difficulties, including a young hunter with a gun and two howling dogs. Despite her age and frailty, she makes it to Natchez to get the medicine that her grandson needs. Although she receives condescending looks and impatient glances, she continues on and reaches her goal. The story states, “Then she gave a tap with her cane on the floor. ’This is what come to me to do,' she said. 'I going to the store and buy my child a little windmill they sells, made out of paper. He going to find it hard to believe there such a thing in the world. I'll march myself back where he waiting,

They said, oh my goodness, maybe somebody just reached in and stole it from the window. So, they went next door to Ms. Jennings and she was usually out and about putting around in her garden that just so happened to be on the side of the yard where the playhouse was. They said, Ms. Jennings, did you see anybody reaching through the window, grabbing a journal and running? She said, no, I didn’t. I didn’t see anybody over there. They said, oh, gee and started to walk

It was October 29, 1983, a young woman by the name Lilith Angeni, entered the Stanley Hotel in Estes Park, Colorado. She walks up to the reception desk having an overwhelming feeling of someone watching. She turns around to check anyone there and as she looks she only sees the janitor cleaning the floors listening to the nearby radio. She continues her way up to the desk to fill out the form provided. She hands it to the man at the desk and the man hands her the room key to room 217.

In Junot Díaz’s book, This Is How You Lose Her, Díaz uses the numbering system for the individual sections throughout the chapter “The Cheater’s Guide to Love” and the placement of the story as a metaphor for the five stages of grief with an emphasis on Yunior finally accepting responsibility for his cheating. The five stages of grief are denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance and are the stages of emotions that an individual experiences while they are trying to learn to live with the loss of a loved one. The sections that are within this chapter all correspond to a certain stage of grief that Yunior is experiencing. During this expanse of time we see Yunior clearly struggle with these emotions even though they occur in no particular order. Yunior starts his

In This Is How You Lose Her by Junot Diaz, the most prominent stereotype that is introduced is how the typical male from the Dominican Republic acts. From the opening sentence of the book Yunior, our unreliable narrator, makes the claim that he is not a bad guy. Using context clues from the title and the abruptness of this statement, the reader can conclude that it must do with a relationship. This declaration gives the reader an inclusive look of the stereotypical Dominican man. Diaz’s style of writing allows for the reader to be able to meticulously analyze his work and formulate their own opinions on the characters, all while guiding them with noticeable hints on what he is trying to accomplish. In the collection of short stories This Is How You Lose Her (2012) by Junot Diaz,