Tuesday, May 10, 2016

What I Was Feeling... When Gatsby Died

It was a busy day on Wall Street.  I had a lot of work to do but was waiting for one call from Gatsby. How was he doing? Should I have left him at Toms house with ought telling him what I had seen inside between Tom and Daisy. I had just seen Gatsby before I had to go to work. He wanted to go take a swim because he hadn’t broken his pool in and it was almost time to close it. I told him that I couldn’t stay and that I had to go to work. Would I have ever thought that would have been the last time I would have seen him? I decided to call Gatsby and make sure everything was okay. As I dialed the phone and proceeded to hold it to my ear, someone answered but it was not Gatsby. All I hear is a gunshot and then quickly after that another gunshot. After these horrific noises that I heard the phone went silent and I did not hear a thing. Was everything okay? What had happened? In that very moment I didn’t know what to do. Should I go there or was it nothing. I screamed on the phone for someone to answer but no one did. Should I have stayed and skipped work.

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