Bryn Fitzkee
9/13/18
There was a cowboy looking guy on Rome
street. Every day he would stand of the corner of the street, leaning on a
mailbox. He would stand there and smoke a cigarette every day at the same exact
time, every day. It was like his life was on repeat and everyone wanted to know
why he would be so consistent, getting there at 6:32 PM and standing in the
same exact spot.
One day, he finally got asked about it. Mrs. Scott asked him, “Why are you always here, smoking those cigarettes at the same exact time every day?” He just shrugged and looked away. But old Mrs. Scott wouldn’t leave him alone. At first, the cowboy said, “It’s just the time I get off work every day. I always come here and smoke a cigarette after work, before I go home.” But Mrs. Scott knew something was up.
They talked for a while and the cowboy asked if he could share some information with her. She said of course. He told her that his wife died. They were high school sweethearts and she was standing right there on the corner of Rome street, on that exact trash can one day. When, suddenly, she felt a huge pain in her heart. Like nothing she’s ever experienced before. She fell to the ground rapidly and died right there on the scene. He said he rushed her to the hospital but it was too late. It was said that she had a heart attack. And he says every day when he stands there, he feels her presence, he feels her right there standing next to him and it gives him comfort. Mrs. Scott gave him a big hug and told him he could always come to her home for comfort and love if he needed it. He really appreciated that. Now he knows the whole town has his back. The mystery has been solved. The cowboy turned out to be a really genuine, kind guy and he still shows up at that trashcan every day, but this time with people standing there already, waiting for him. He’s never felt more loved.
One day, he finally got asked about it. Mrs. Scott asked him, “Why are you always here, smoking those cigarettes at the same exact time every day?” He just shrugged and looked away. But old Mrs. Scott wouldn’t leave him alone. At first, the cowboy said, “It’s just the time I get off work every day. I always come here and smoke a cigarette after work, before I go home.” But Mrs. Scott knew something was up.
They talked for a while and the cowboy asked if he could share some information with her. She said of course. He told her that his wife died. They were high school sweethearts and she was standing right there on the corner of Rome street, on that exact trash can one day. When, suddenly, she felt a huge pain in her heart. Like nothing she’s ever experienced before. She fell to the ground rapidly and died right there on the scene. He said he rushed her to the hospital but it was too late. It was said that she had a heart attack. And he says every day when he stands there, he feels her presence, he feels her right there standing next to him and it gives him comfort. Mrs. Scott gave him a big hug and told him he could always come to her home for comfort and love if he needed it. He really appreciated that. Now he knows the whole town has his back. The mystery has been solved. The cowboy turned out to be a really genuine, kind guy and he still shows up at that trashcan every day, but this time with people standing there already, waiting for him. He’s never felt more loved.
3 comments:
I think the author's purpose was to tell about how people do things to remember their loved ones when they die. Also how everyone does things for a reason.
I think the author's purpose was to show how people can cope with death in their own different ways and how it is important to have people who care about you around when going through something like that.
I believe the purpose of this story is to show how everyone has their own way that they cope with loss, and it is important to have people they are able to discuss their feelings with and who is there for them in a time of need.
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