“The Secret Life of Walter Mitty” Narrative

Ken Gabales

3 October 2017

English 11

Mr. Barazzoul

Sixth Dream of Walter Mitty

“He took one last drag on his cigarette and snapped it away. Then with that faint, fleeting smile playing about his lips, he faced the firing squad; erect and motionless, proud and disdainful, Walter Mitty the Undefeated, inscrutable to the last.”

“This one ain’t tough boys,” the Captain of the firing squad said. Mitty just laughed, “You’ll never take me alive!” “We’ll see about that, you murderer,” the captain snapped.

Walter slowly moved forward, holding his hands high, “well now boys, you don’t know who you’re messing with,” Mitty said. The fellow sniper asked his captain, “Are we sure about this, Captain,” he asked. “What if he’s not the one who murdered those innocent people?”

“Nobody asked you, Private!” the Captain snapped, “Now take aim and…”

In that moment Mitty, feeling the need to defend himself, rushed forward raising his fist…

“Hey, watch where you’re going, buddy,” said an annoyed gentleman, “Everybody’s trying to walk here, now you walk straight, too”

“I-I’m sorry, good sir,” stuttered Mitty, “I’ll be careful” “You better be,” the man said. Mitty sighed, “Why did the streets get so busy so suddenly?” Mitty tried to get out of the way of the incoming traffic in the sidewalk.

A young man said, “Hey, careful”

“Watch where you are stepping!” an old lady hissed disdainfully.

“I’m sorry,” Mitty said, and heading towards a bench and wondered, “What’s taking my wife so long?” Overhead, a train whistled and blared, and was preparing to depart for its next destination. A middle-aged man, with dirty smudges of coal stuck in his white shirt, yelled over to his young companion, “We need more coals, my god man, can’t you listen to instructions?”

The youngster laughed, “I’m terribly sorry, boss,” he said with a smile in his face, “I’ll get it right away” he scurried to opposite direction. The man said, “You better, you little rascal,” smile playing in his face, “We’re departing soon, so better hurry up!” he shouted.

Mitty, looking haggard from the day’s adventure with his wife, sat comfortably in the bench overlooking the Waterbury Train Station, and whistling a catchy tune…

“Train is going too fast, Mitty,” the conductor yelled, “At this rate we’re going to crash into the cargo train along with 500 passengers!”

A passenger train, called “Mon Cheri” with at least 500 passengers, was heading for New York until a radio message was received that they were on a collision course with a cargo train and was asked to stop.

“Deep breaths mate,” Mitty shouted over the wind, “I’ll save us, including the cargo train,and nobody knows how to drive trains like I do!”

The conductor looked at Mitty very seriously, “I very well know you can drive Mitty, but were on a crash course here and you very well know it!” the conductor exclaimed, “And we’re here sitting ducks waiting to be poached,” the man tried to pull the brakes, but the handle was broken.

Suddenly, Mitty had the craziest idea he ever thought in his life, “I know what to do!” “What!?” the conductor asked, “I know it’ll sound crazy, but trust me on this,” Mitty quickly revealed his ingenious plan with his friend. The conductor’s face paled, “But that’ll cause a hell of a pandemonium!

“Trust me, okay?” shouted Mitty, “We don’t have much of a choice here, and this is the only solution that I can think of” Mitty’s skin was glistening with sweat, thinking what absurd of a plan he just came up with…