The Shop :: English Literature Essays

The ShopThe sound made Elizabeth jump. only again it had come from the shop next door. She frowned at the old, battered doors of the antique antique farm animal. It was as though the owner was renovating. The problem was, the shop did not have one. The owner had won the lottery and moved to Las Vegas a fewer months ago. Leaving his battered old shop and all the merchandise behind. Elizabeth had called the patrol common chord times but nobody was found. The police werent very(prenominal) pleased after the third time. Anyway, even if the store was unguarded Elizabeth doubted thither would be any looters most of the merchandise was dragged from the local dump.SMASHElizabeth jumped again. The haphazardness was replaced by the loud, sharp shriek of an electric drill gnawing at the wall. The footing seemed to shake at the loud, shrill randomness. Elizabeth covered her ears. She was very annoyed now. The noise next door has been going night and day for the past three days, and be cause she lived at the back of her b out(a)ique she couldnt get a winkle of sleep. A truck pulled up next to the boutique, two extremely thick-haired and extremely tattooed men came out the back and began unloading boxes marked summertime drs onto the footpath. After about ten boxes were stacked notsoneatly next to Elizabeths feet the men got back in the truck and started the engines. abide a minute shouted Elizabeth. You need to put these in my storeThats your problem lady, not ours. One of the men jeered, his friend laughed and slapped him on the back, and with that they were gone. Their outdated truck spewing out a line of thick, black exhaust.You neatfornothing bastards Elizabeth screamed at the truck as she picked up a orchestra pit and threw it. Miraculously it flew right through the drivers window. The truck swerved, scatter a mass of boxes big and small on the road, and stopped.The driver came out with a bruise on the side of his head, his friend followed and shouted, Hey lady You preposterous or something? We couldve been killed You gotta help us pick this mess upThats your problem Elizabeth called back as she hauled on of the boxes into her store.When she finally finished with the boxes, it was already midday. Elizabeth wiped her forehead with her sleeve and went inside to make herself a cup of cappuccino