She is dead. Mrs. Mallard’s heart has stopped, and her life has stopped right before everyone. She had everything she ever wanted but then nothing all at the very same time in that very moment. She had died from heart disease—of joy that kills. The setting of this story is perfect. Louise ascends the staircase of her house to freedom, and everything changes at the top of her stairs. We only can desire what she desires and this is what makes the story so real. We descend the staircase with her and feel what she feels when everything is taken away. She dies only from a joy that kills, irony all the way to the
She is dead. Mrs. Mallard’s heart has stopped, and her life has stopped right before everyone. She had everything she ever wanted but then nothing all at the very same time in that very moment. She had died from heart disease—of joy that kills. The setting of this story is perfect. Louise ascends the staircase of her house to freedom, and everything changes at the top of her stairs. We only can desire what she desires and this is what makes the story so real. We descend the staircase with her and feel what she feels when everything is taken away. She dies only from a joy that kills, irony all the way to the