Based off Roald Dahl's short story Lamb to the Slaughter from Sam's perspective. Written for a 2015 high school creative writing assignment where the writing style is a stream of consciousness (depicting the thoughts and feeling which pass through the mind). Minor revisions were made. The original can be viewed on FanFiction.Net.
Not six o'clock yet, Sam thought, glancing up at the clock. The last rays of golden sun casted soft shadows on the tile floor. Noonan and O'Malley would still be on duty. There were no customers in his grocery he could converse with in the meanwhile. He entertained himself with the thought of closing time and sitting up front of the crackling fireplace with a steaming cup of split pea soup.
He snapped out of his daydream when Mrs. Maloney entered the store with a cheerful smile. "Hullo Sam," Mrs. Maloney said brightly.
Mrs. Maloney was in good spirits as usual. A regular customer of his. A lady like Mrs. Maloney would surely bring something worth