“The Secret Life of Walter Mitty” Narrative

BANG. The big and robust sound came out. At that moment Mitty closed his eyes. In a short time, he thinks his past like a panorama in the dark. “Scot!” shouted his sergeant. Soon the surrounding is noisy. He thought ‘Am I already came to the afterlife?” Mitty opened his eyes slowly the man who aimed at the rifle was laid down and bleeding in his left eye. A sergeant cries a lot. Mitty thought perhaps they were best friends. He spoke in a sarcastic tone. “Gun miscarried. Too bad, but well, thanks to that, I am alive. “He feels guilty. A man died before his eyes, but he should not show off his guilty. At that moment the rope descended from heaven. His team tried to rescue him by sending a helicopter. He thought, ‘if they come more early before you die.’ However, he looked at eyes which staring at him and said, “if you want to follow your friend, come to visit me.’ A colleague of Mitty, who came down from the rope, hit him on the shoulder a few times.

“Hey, Hey! Get out of here; I have to go down.” A painter dangling from the rope hit Mitty’s shoulder. “Oh, sorry. Did you paint his building?” Mitty said. “yep.,” said painter. “Honey, what are you doing here?” said his wife. “Nothing,” said Mitty. “Ahh…oh here!” his wife gave a mask to him. “What is this?” said Mitty. “Can’t you remember? We have a recital in the church on this weekend!”Says his wife with disdainful. She continued, but it’s fade out slowly. “How could you forget? What are you thinking? How come you’ve been so space out lately!” …“hey dud, are you coming tonight?” a woman said. “Of course everyone is coming! This ball is the only time to see the royalty! I’ve never seen them. They’re pretty much be shrouded in mystery. I can’t wait for it!” Two women passed Mitty. “See? Today is the big opportunity for stealing costly things. Everyone in this town, come to this royal ball. Also, it’s a masked ball! The golden opportunity of life!” Said Pitter who is Mitty’s peer. “Yes. My children are waiting. I couldn’t feed them this week, but if success today, we don’t need to beg for a month’s worth of food.” Said Mitty. “Okay, good luck my friend,” Pitter said. Mitty covered his face with a mask so anybody could not see his face. Looking at the back of the Pitter who goes farther, he said, “Mitty Just think about kids. Nothing matter for me. It’ll be fine.” Mitty walks naturally into people, and a clock pointed 9 o’clock. The entrance to the castle was frantic with crowds of people. Mitty tries to put his hand into a woman’ bag for steal something. But suddenly, an uncovered memory makes confusing Mitty. ‘What is this…?’ These inscrutable memories come up frequently these days. Which is considered his memories even though he knows it is not his memory. Mitty can’t-do anything. “Hey! I was looking out you! Wow, man, you look cool today.” Pitty suddenly came to Mitty, and he snatched his hand with a green tone. “Watch out! You almost got caught.” Pitty whispered. “Thanks,” Mitty said with wobble voice. “Take care.” Pitty disappears into people. Mitty keeps wondering around “I..I can’t….” Mitty goes to the terrace, and he takes a sigh. Suddenly the fireworks cover the sky. He looked at the fireworks and missed it very much.

At that moment, every sound fades out, but only one voice comes out. “Prisoner number 1004. Frank Downey. Suspicion, theft, and murder. Punishment, public hangings. Do you have any last word?”

“For goodness ‘ sake, lose all memories of life in the next life.”

Tears ran down Mitty’s cheeks. “No…” the night of the pandemonium is deepening with fancy fireworks.

Living with memories of past life, is it an opportunity or a punishment? Mitty struggled with his affliction.