The Lottery by Shirley Jackson From a Different POV
Blog Post 3 - Tristen Ting I try to think of myself as any other member of this horrible town. Just a humble businessman in the coal industry working to provide for his wife. What’s so wrong with that? I try to be active in the community, volunteering my free time towards public events. I walk about town daily with a smile on my face. Everyone knows me and I know everyone. You could say I’m one of the faces of this community. Nevertheless, none of these civic acts make up for that one day of the year. I still remember the day that this burden was passed down to me. The old man trusted me with the job. When I first took the position, I had no idea the weight it carried with it. My first years I suffered from traumatic stress. I was unable to think straight and stayed up thinking for many nights without sleep. Eventually though, this sort of thing feels natural. The lottery, after all, is an offering for luck, or so I was told. My friends in other towns tell me about the drast...