Joe Bennett Monologue

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The swings creaked on the ice as Joe Bennett sat on one lonely swing dressed in black. Cold fingers ran to his mother's locket. His Mother Elizbeth Bennett's death crushed him like it crushed her. A man called in sick that day at the mines. He called she filled in for him and that was it. He couldn’t understand why it had to be her.

Now they had to fix the bulletin board to one day without an accident. Without a mom, the only person he got along with, was ripped from him. A rusty old car drove up to his house just then and came to a horrifying halt. The man that called in sick stepped out, the man they called Louis miller was dressed in black. He nodded at little Joe Bennett with a sad but small smile. Then walked inside.

Joe stared back at his locket thankful that the man came to show respect. Shouts came from inside the house Joes dad came out holding the man in cuffs as he repeatedly said he was sorry he didn’t mean for it to happen like that. Having a cop for a father isn't much fun when he works a lot more than normal. Today he just got carried away in grief. …show more content…

Some say Elizebeth Bennett was there standing next to her son. Disapproved her husband for what he did. He knew full well that man did nothing. The Boy on the swings cried for weeks inside. He knew things were going to be different and rough. Now that he had a grieving cop for a father, and a lost mom who was never coming back, but was rooming the mines alone up there in Boone county West Virginia.

People say they can still see the Elizbeth Bennett walking out of the mines and diapering in the town. Three months after her death the mine was losing miners by the minute. They were being spooked by her

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