Character Analysis

Albert Lynch walked down the large and surprising crowded suburban street, with his top button undone, and his tie loose. He held his briefcase firmly in his right hand, cautious of a pack of school children giggling and jumping around on the footpath in front of him. When they had past, he looked back, checking their every move, just in case anything happened. Out of nowhere, a small man appeared to his left. Suddenly Albert let out a small squeak, and the man looked confused. Albert started sweating and panicked. ‘Hey, buddy, what’s the time?’ Albert immediately reached down, and checked his brand new watch. He had bought the Rolex watch as a treat for himself. ‘Three-Thirty.’ The man mumbled something, which Albert had hoped was a thankyou, and walked off as quickly as he had come. A car roared its horn at a passing biker, frightening Albert, and he threw himself backwards. He suddenly felt unusually sick, which was very uncommon for Albert, as he stocked up on vitamins all the time. He had a burning headache, but it was a long walk to the nearest pharmacy, and he did not want to break his notes.

He looked up ahead, and saw a drinking fountain. He set his sights on the fountain. He could almost taste the ice-cold water touching his tongue. As he walked up, another man was going for the tap as well. They collided at the front of it. ‘Watch it, pal,’ said the man, who looked like he had spent his fair share of days in a cell. ‘Oh, I am, ahh, very sorry,’ uttered Albert, now gripping his suitcase even harder. As the man walked away, Albert watched him, making sure he did not retaliate any more. When he was sure that the man was at least 100 metres away, he soon turned his view on the fountain, and leaned in for the kill.

He had been walking for around 10 minutes, and he had finally reached his bus stop. At the bus stop stood an elderly woman, giving a lecture to a teenager about manners in modern society. Also standing at the stop was a very attractive brown haired woman, reading 1984 by George Orwell. Albert knew that the woman had brains, as she was reading, what he thought, was the greatest literary achievement of the 20^th century, if ever. The woman looked up, stared at Albert and smiled at him. Albert was captivated by the glare of the woman, wondering if, one day, he could be lucky enough to get a girl like her. The staring went on for a while, and Albert wanted it to never stop. He then looked down at her left hand, and on it sat a golden ring, with a large, extremely well cut diamond gilded onto it. Albert looked back at the woman, whose face had turned to one of awkwardness. Eventually the woman looked back down at the book, and Albert went back to look at a lone fire hydrant on the other side of the street. He knew that he would just go home, eat dinner, do work and go to sleep, alone…