Short Story Reflection

·         His side, her side.

      He considered this as he sipped the whiskey

·         The girl sat on the bed. She pushed off her shoes and lay back. She thought she could see a star

·         He looked at them as they sat at the table. In the lamplight, there was something about their faces. It was nice or it was nasty. There was no telling.

·         She kept talking. She told everyone. There was more to it, and she was trying to get it talked out. After a time, she quit trying.                                                             

1.     The chiffonier stood a few feet from the foot of the bed. He had emptied the drawers into cartons that morning, and the cartons were in the living room. A portable heater was next to the chiffonier. A rattan chair with a decorator pillow stood at the foot of the bed. The buffed aluminum kitchen set took up a part of the driveway. A yellow muslin cloth, much too large, a gift, covered the table and hung down over the sides. A potted fern was on the table, and a few feet away from this stood a sofa and chair and a floor lamp. The desk was pushed against the garage door. A few utensils were on the desk, along with a wall clock and two framed prints. There was also in the driveway a carton with cups, glasses, and plates, each object wrapped in newspaper. That morning he had cleared out the closets, and except for the three cartons in the living room, all the stuff was out of the home. He had run an extension cord on out there and everything was connected. Things worked, no different from how it was when they were inside

In the kitchen, he poured another drink and looked at the bedroom suite in his front yard. The mattress was stripped and the candy-striped sheets lay beside two pillows on the chiffonier. Except for that, things looked much the way they had in the bedroom—nightstand and reading lamp on his side of the bed, nightstand and reading lamp on her side

2.     “The place” is describes as almost lonely, like something was once there but faded away. When I read these passages, I almost felt nostalgia for the place. I could feel the memories that lingered and how the author made it seem as if the  man was leaving it. I was haunting.

3.     The passages I chose talk about the place as an empty, and done with. Everything is being put out to be sold. It’s important to know because the way it is described, there was a woman who once lived there, so it shows her absence and her memory still there even when everything including her is not there.