Short Story's Hour: A Narrative Fiction

It was an early spring day, and there she was, Mrs. Mallard, sitting in her well-lit at home office while the kids were at school, staring emotionlessly at her laptop screen. Mrs. Louise Mallard heard knocking on her office door, rather quickly standing up from her chair, she walked calmly to the door and pulled it open. Her sister Josephine was standing outside, a different look of fear in her eye. Josephine pushed her sister back into her office and sat her down on the spinning chair. Trying to breaking the news of Brently Mallard’s death was not easy for Josephine because she was afraid her sister would die from heart break, after all Mrs. Mallard did have a severe heart condition. The news came slowly, in a devastated sentence that hardly made any type of sense to Louise …show more content…
Mallard stood confused by the feelings building inside of her. The fear that her husband must have had when his plane was helplessly dropping out of the mid-day sky seemed to echo somewhat inside of her with chill bumps creeping onto the surface of her skin. Louise watched her sister close the door behind her and as she did so, a tear slowly rolled down onto her cheek. She walked to the window and looked outside of it. The busy streets of the Los Angeles area were buzzing with life which seemed not to have a worry in the world for her or for her husband’s early, unplanned death. There she stood, watching the joggers run their course, and the taxi drivers honk their horns. A large grin crept its way onto her face with tears of happiness rolling down her cheek. “Free at last!” she exclaimed through a soft whisper. “Free, free, free.” After pondering over the death of her undesirable husband for several hours, she finally excused herself to the living room where her gathered family and friends had patiently waited to know the health of her well-being. As Louise slowly walked down the steps of her beautiful mediterranean-style