Blood. Tears. Death. That is what I viewed as my wife was being stoned to death. I do not know, am I devastated that my wife, Tessie Hutchinson, is dead? Or am I in a state of shame and disappointment because I threw the killing stone? Yes, I threw the killing stone, a small, jagged rock which felt very rough and sharp in my hand. It perhaps went straight through her eye, blood pouring out of her pupil, which created a very repugnant smell, like a skunk’s spray. But, could it be that my kids had witnessed such an event? I think of this as I walk toward home for the afternoon meal, and for the first time ever, I think about the purpose of the lottery, the day I call the day of sacrifice.“What happened to Mom?” Nancy inquires me. “You know very …show more content…
I take a stroll by a nearby field. Just as I set off, I see that woman again, walking at a leisurely pace by a patch of blue violets, a beautiful sight of nonstop growth, her feet crunching on moderate to sharp rocks. I get the courage to walk up to her. “Hi. My name is Bill Hutchinson. Who might you be?” I ask. “Good morning. I am Kayla. Is your wife, pardon me for asking, the one who got selected in the lottery?”. “Yes,” I say, hoping my uneasiness doesn’t betray me. To change the subject I ask, “Would you like to get a bite at the nearby eatery?”. “Sure,” she says. We saunter to the “Café des chênes-pins” (Pine Oaks Cafe in French), and when we reach there, we order some dessert, which smells amazing, the aroma, as I imagine it, slowly drifting through my open nostrils. We talk about a variety of things, from stores to paths we like to walk on, but never the lottery. We go pick up the kids together, and I introduce them to Kayla. “Nice to meet you,” Bill Jr. says. Now, let me fast forward. Basically, I see Kayla everyday for 1 ½ years in a consistent manner, by then getting to know each other better, and ergo, we get married. After we get married, we live a fabulous life, and there is no despair remembered. Sure, we remember Tessie, but we still live an amazing life, miraculously our family never ever being chosen for the lottery, until it became slowly