The normalcy of the town belies the sinister end of its annual lottery. On a lovely June morning, the villagers gather in the town's square, near the post office and the bank for the town's lottery to begin so that the people can go home for "noon dinner." Children scamper about, happy that school is out, talking quietly among themselves. The girls stand off to the side as the small children play in the dirt or hold the hands of elder siblings. Mr. Summers, who name befits the season, calls people together.
A small town with enough history that it has a town square certainly does not connote a location for the violence of the lottery that it holds each year. Further, the men who gather, "speaking of planting and rain, tractors and taxes," hardly seem the type to kill someone, nor do the women who call to their children do not seem to be sadistic in any way. Rather, they appear to be spectators of some parade or event to come. Indeed, the tranquil setting of a lovely day with serene people deceives the unsuspecting reader so that the actual intention of the town's gathering becomes all the more shocking and connotative of the underlying cruelty of human nature.