The short story, The Lottery by Shirley Jackson, seems to be a friendly narrative about a small town that holds a lottery. Alas like all things, it is not what it seems. At the beginning the town’s citizens assemble in the square, everyone of all ages in the town. The boys start gathering stones, which is first of the many parts of foreshadowing the author puts in, as it immediately tells you that this isn’t a first time occurence. The last name Delacroix pops up which means “of the Cross.” It warns about what bad might happen soon. You usually wouldn’t suspect anything about the name Mr. Summers. It seems good right? Wrong, in other words, it completely and utterly deceives you. Summer symbolize life, changing of seasons, a new life, but Mr. Summers is exactly the opposite; instead of a new life, he takes one away. He also runs the coal business, dark, veiled, a bad omen. “The night before the lottery, Mr. Summers and Mr. Graves made up the slips of paper and put them in the box.” Mr. Graves along with Mr. Summers are basically “marking” the “winners” grave. Old Man Warner is another interesting character of the lottery. When he stated that they shouldn’t stop “The Lottery,” he Warns the town not to quit The Lottery, as he thinks that the person that deserves the stoning will receive it. He states that he has lasted more than 70 years and hasn’t won, showing that he will never win so he isn’t scared every year they do The Lottery. In this story, there is so much foreshadowing but it is well hidden and very few readers pick up on the actual meaning of The Lottery. Such as the children picking up stones, and people being late for the lottery, when normally people would rush to want to see if they won, Neither Mr. Graves nor Mr. Summers have to quiet the crowd of over excitement; everyone is silently waiting to see if they had “won.” The lottery represents any action, behavior, or idea that is passed down from one generation to the next that’s widely accepted and followed unquestioningly, no matter how illogical, bizarre, or cruel. The lottery has been taking place in the village for as long as anyone can remember. It’s old enough that it is even accompanied by an old echo: “Lottery in June, corn be heavy soon.” The villagers are wholly loyal to it despite the fact that many parts of the lottery have changed or faded away over the years. The lottery continues, like it always has. The result is that everyone becomes part of a murder on an annual basis. The lottery is an severe example of what can happen when traditions are followed blindly by new generations.