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Of Mice and Men diary entry

19th June 1931:

I sat on a broken down tree log, thinking of the good years, the swing of Hollywood, the extravagant theatres with their gold furnishings and the warmth and happiness of every stranger who walked by on the street. As I sat on the broken tree I noticed the sound of trickling water “splish, splash, splish”. It soothed my mind, but it brought me back into the reality of my miserable life. I had already walked 8 miles in the baking hot heat, but it felt more like 80 miles. As I got up and carried on walking the tree log seemed familiar, but not to a particular place or scenery, but more of my life, it had once stood tall and proud, it looked beautiful and majestic, until one sudden lightning bolt had hit it and had sent it crashing down to reality.

        I turned back round and carried on up the dusty long windy road, I could see nothing else expect the road and the harsh landscape of the desert. I heard a loud rumbling in the distance, it sounded like thunder, but there were no clouds in the sky, everything about the day was beautiful except my misery. The rumbling got louder, I couldn’t fathom out where it was coming from but it sounded even louder now. Then I turned round and saw a coach drawing towards me. I signalled it, but it carried on towards me, until it was close enough for me to see the driver, he looked quite old, probably in his sixties.

I shouted to him “Stop! Stop! STOP!”

He didn’t even look at me never mind stop. He hurtled past me, dust engulfed me like a giant dustbowl. When the dust had cleared there were no signs of the coach or the driver anywhere, I shrugged my shoulders and carried on walking.

        I was looking for a ranch. In the village where I started from an old man had said “jus’ carry on goin up this road an you’ll come across an ol’ sign post pointing to the entrance to the ranch”. These details were a little sketchy. There was nowhere else I could go, I was desperate and penniless, like most men in western America. About 20 minutes later I saw the old sign the man had been talking about, it read “ranch” and had an arrow pointing up another little lane. I was kind of excited, but from my past experience I didn’t want to get my hopes up. I walked up the little lane. I could see the edge of what looked like a barn. I traced it through the scenery until I was standing next to it, the big wide door was open all the way.

Join now!

I shouted “Hello! Hello!” but there was no reply.

I peered inside I could make out a pile of hay, a dozen or so animals and a little cabin next to the far wall. As I walked closer toward the hay I could detect a weird smell, I began to see the rough outline of a person lying down on the hay.

 “Hello! Hello!” I shouted again.

But there was still no reply and the person did not stir. I edged closer until I could make out that the person was a woman, she had long dark ...

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