Bio: This passage is interpreted text from the classic Russian novel, Doctor Zhivago, I decided viewing this text from a different and more modern lens would provide a new outlook on how we live our lives.
The party began with the steaks on the grill and the Bud Light in the cooler, as planned, he had invited everyone on the block. The fat steak was a common luxury in these prosperous times, but much appreciated by the guests. There was plenty of Wonder bread to go with it, and that increased the magnificence of the food.
Gordon brought a 12 pack of Bud Light in a cardboard box. Alcohol was a favorite purchase going into the weekend. Alexa Smith placed the beer in the cooler and distributed it as needed, making sure all the guests were served.
The greatest thing of all was that their party represented an event that could happen every week during the summer conditions of the time. It was impossible to imagine that in the houses across the street people weren’t eating and drinking in the same way at such an hour. Beyond the window lay loud, bright, Las Angeles. Her Walmarts were stocked, and people had never even forgotten to think about the scarcity of things as meat and beer.
Thomas, who Henry Smith had known since High School, asked him several times:
“Did you catch the game last night?”
Henry Smith had told him earlier what he thought about the game, but Thomas had not heard him because of his loud arguments, a little later, he asked:
“Have you watched Game of Thrones?”
“I answered you, Thomas. It’s your fault if you didn’t hear me. Well, have it your way. I’ll say it again. I’ve always liked Game of Thrones, but I think the writers could have done better in the finale. I understand that it was hard to appeal to everyone while writing the ending of such a widely successful show. But they still made 7 other great seasons! How it’s said once and for all, I really enjoyed this show! And above all, they finished out the character arcs perfectly!”
As they were saying good-bye, they opened the curtains. Threw open the window. A yellowish dawn appeared, a hazy sky covered with yellow clouds and dirty brown smoke.
It was hard to hear the voices of the departing guests over the cars and sirens. They went on loudly discussing something outside, exactly as they had just been wrangling about it in the house. The voices moved off, gradually as the Ubers arrived.
“It’s late,” said Henry Smith to his wife. “Let’s go to bed.”
