Monday, March 25, 2019

A Prequel to Susan Glaspells Short Story, Trifles :: Short Story Creative Writing Essays

A Prequel to Susan Glaspells Short Story, Trifles Minnie Foster was erstwhile described as the belle of the ball. To look at her tonight for the first term you could becharm why. She carried herself with both an air of confidence and modesty at the equal time. Her small eyes dominated her face. They did not look directly at you anymore though. Still, they seemed all knowing and experienced as if they were able to see and know secrets about you that you wish no genius knew. Her slender seedy nose was no match for the full lips she had, lips that never uttered a sound and which have become as pale as her knuckles. Her lips were punctured shut protecting the thoughts in her head from falling out one by one to the hard flooring. This morning Minnie felt a bantam different. No one was home. No one was there to bother her. why then, did she feel the need to continue on like a caged living creature within her own home? She cautiously continued down from the upstai rs. Minnies right foot led the way and paused on each step. deal a young child first learning to master the stairway she would wait for her left foot to catch up before ahead(p) again with her right. Her feet glided lightly across the wooden steps and only the ashes particles felt her movement. She seemed to have a pillow of air floating underneath her. Quite ironically, with each descending stride her body took, her hand would tightly grip the banister until her veins were crushed against her tightened skin with no way out. semivowel over to the kitchen, Minnie continued with her everyday labours. She began by clearing the dishearten, a task that should have been completed the night before but was left untouched. She endow things away one by one and in a low-keyed manner. She lightly opened and shut the cupboards, placing pots and pans where they belonged, one by one, straight from the table to under the sink. It was cold in that kitchen. Minnie looked out the window to her neighbors house. Perhaps today she would go visit perhaps today she would not.

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