Jars of Red Germanium
In all the years since Maycomb was first established, many different changes have occurred, but the one place that remained the same, was the cemetery. The place had a gloomy and dilapidated feel to it, nobody had the money to fix it, and nobody had the will to do it. The bushes were overgrown and weeds spewed out from cracks in the pavement. On the day of Bob’s funeral, the sun was hidden from us behind the curtain of grey clouds. We were never tempted to venture near the cemetery. Our belief of the cemetery being inhabited by lurking haints was enough to keep even the most adventurous of us away. Our walk back from the cemetery was disturbed by Sam, the eldest son of Tom Robinson. Burris, my brother was never one to …show more content…
I could not remember what happened next, but in a fraction of a second, he was on Sam. Like a furious crocodile, Burris latched to him with no intention of losing his ‘prey’, of showing mercy. I tried again to reason with my brother, but was forced to watch with sick horror instead, when he knocked me to the ground, winded. From what felt like aeons away, I could see Sam’s face being pummelled with flying fists. His face was barely recognisable, shielded with his crimson blood. The ringing in my temple compelled me to shut my eyes. I could hear a faint buzzing of voices, followed by a deadly silence. The silence retired me to meditating upon the possibility of Sam being dead. The suspense was agony and I wrenched my eyes open, expecting Sam’s body on the ground. Instead, I made out the outline of my brother’s body, sprawled on the ground.
There was an additional person to our party. Mr Dolphus Raymond, who was known to fraternise with Negroes on a daily basis and constantly with shinny by his side. It seemed to me that he had ‘rescued’ Sam. I cautiously wobbled to Burris’ side, apprehensive of the man. Mr Raymond, wiped his brow, glanced at me before looking back at
In all the years since Maycomb was first established, many different changes have occurred, but the one place that remained the same, was the cemetery. The place had a gloomy and dilapidated feel to it, nobody had the money to fix it, and nobody had the will to do it. The bushes were overgrown and weeds spewed out from cracks in the pavement. On the day of Bob’s funeral, the sun was hidden from us behind the curtain of grey clouds. We were never tempted to venture near the cemetery. Our belief of the cemetery being inhabited by lurking haints was enough to keep even the most adventurous of us away. Our walk back from the cemetery was disturbed by Sam, the eldest son of Tom Robinson. Burris, my brother was never one to …show more content…
I could not remember what happened next, but in a fraction of a second, he was on Sam. Like a furious crocodile, Burris latched to him with no intention of losing his ‘prey’, of showing mercy. I tried again to reason with my brother, but was forced to watch with sick horror instead, when he knocked me to the ground, winded. From what felt like aeons away, I could see Sam’s face being pummelled with flying fists. His face was barely recognisable, shielded with his crimson blood. The ringing in my temple compelled me to shut my eyes. I could hear a faint buzzing of voices, followed by a deadly silence. The silence retired me to meditating upon the possibility of Sam being dead. The suspense was agony and I wrenched my eyes open, expecting Sam’s body on the ground. Instead, I made out the outline of my brother’s body, sprawled on the ground.
There was an additional person to our party. Mr Dolphus Raymond, who was known to fraternise with Negroes on a daily basis and constantly with shinny by his side. It seemed to me that he had ‘rescued’ Sam. I cautiously wobbled to Burris’ side, apprehensive of the man. Mr Raymond, wiped his brow, glanced at me before looking back at