Friday, September 30, 2011

Cliches

George was alone in the stable when Curley's wife appeared in the doorway. Their eyes locked like the apple of his eye. She stuck out like a sore thumb. They talked until they were blue in the face, but George knew if he got caught he’d never see the light of day again. George ran for the hills. In a Blink of an eye, Curley saw him creep out of the barn. It was like a deer in headlights. George had shot himself in the foot. He was in trouble. All hell broke loose as the two began to fight. It was raining cats and dogs. Curley’s wife came out and slapped them both on the back. That they were acting like a bunch of hooligans. George was fired for the incident. With not a penny to his name, he took off like a heard of turtles to look for a new job. He searched like there was no tomorrow. For George, its hard finding jobs anywhere when he has to look after Lennie. See Lennie is dumber than a box of rocks. His elevator doesn’t quite reach the top floor. Lennie likes to make mountains out of mole hills, which make George’s blood, boil. Money doesn’t grow on trees, So they better find a new ranch to work on Lickety- split quick.

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