my thoughts on hills like white elephants

 For once i actually enjoyed a story that i was required to read for class. this story kept me thinking each time i read it and i had to read it a lot in order to understand it and analyze it before the start of class. each time i read through it i found some new symbolism that was interesting in a way that i cant explain, it made my imagination soar with what i believed the picture of the scene would look like. it actually put a picture into my head of a woman and a man waiting for a train and talking about "the Opperation" in the back of a bar. although i have to say, if the class had not pointed out the fact that the opperation is actually an abortion, im not entirly sure if i would have come up with that on my own.