In Hills Like White Elephants, (Ernest Hemingway) tells a story of two people man and women who are on their way to a destination. The author explains that during their wait for an express train, they stop at a close bar to order drinks and converse. During their await the women frequently drifts off into the land of sand on the other side of the tracks comparing it to white elephants in similarity. During their await they also have a deep discussion on whether to make a decision of some sort that will possibly better their lives and their relationship.
Does she stay in her relationship with the man? Yes the women stays in her relationship with the man. Telling by the way the story includes her being concerned of whether the decision she makes will either make him love her. She is also concerned on if their love will rekindle the way it used to gives me the impression that she stays with this man. She is not upset with him, she just seems to be mildly emotional and contemplative. Contemplative on whether the decision she makes will either help them or hinder them. She has a lot on her mind it seems and because she does love him, she even goes to tell him to stop talking a couple times possibly to prevent an argument. She stays with him because she has that idea that he could genuinely love and care for her the way he expresses to her multiple times in the story. Her presence surrounding him alone says enough of them staying together, I mean she is with him. They’ve been to places together, they will be getting on the train they’ve been waiting forty minutes to get on together, and they intend on enduring their next obstacle together. When have you made a important choice to stay in a relationship or leave a relationship -- OR -- stay or leave a difficult situation? I encourage you to write a scene that shows the moment. Consider using dialogue. Coming straight out of high school I needed a job that would allow me to help contribute to the rent my sons father was paying. Two days after I received my diploma I was hired at this fashion boutique in Center City. The hours were amazing and I was off on the weekend so the job was a keeper. At age eighteen six hundred eighty dollars biweekly was rich people money and I was only paying half the rent and no utilities. I thought I was living a good life. I stayed at the job for two and a half years enduring my boss’ commands of unlimited cleaning, imposing on costumers and hard competition against my coworkers. “You are the best sales person Karah, but you need to sell more”. He would say. Thanks Brad, but I don’t think the costumers like when I’m following them and making them feel like their stealing.” I responded “Dont worry about that just sell.” There were bad vibes between the associates because of the way he made us compete against one another. ”Karah you only sold five bags, MeMe sold seven you need to be more like MeMe.” He would retort. ”Okay Brad.” When the store got slow at times he would bring us in his office one by one and tell us off. ”If you don’t make money, I cut your hours and you will have less money on your paycheck,” he said angrily. ”Okay Brad, I will try.” “You are the best sells person here, one day you will have office here and won’t have to work hard.” He would say. “Okay Brad, I can’t wait.” I responded so naively The demand and what my boss wanted was getting to be too much. Many of the business women would come into the store and insist on talking me into going back to school to persue a degree. I knew I couldn’t stay there, but I also knew Brad needed me and I didn’t want to let him down. After two in a half years I quit and honestly I’m happy I did. What a piece of mind it gave me.
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Maria Martin
3/2/2018 04:01:57 pm
I found your story really interesting. Thank you for sharing
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Aiesha Bonaparte
3/2/2018 06:26:12 pm
I can relate to staying at a job for so long due to responsibilities. When I worked at McDonalds years ago it was fun at first then it changed, I hated everything about it but I loved the people I work with.
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