Ashley Stacey
Professor Dybala
English 1302 TuTh 11
11 February 2013
Draft #1 In a reading I just ready entitled, “The Story of An Hour,” by Kate Chopin in 1894. It’s so hard telling someone you loved that someone has passed away, and that person is already having troubled with their health. Well that’s what happen with Mrs. Mallard, her husband was in the news has one of the person to be killed by a train. Mrs. Mallard sister, Josephine had broken the news to her along with Mr. Mallards friend Richard, who was double checking the list they had everyone that were killed by the trained, and that’s were Richard confirmed that his friend was on that list. “She wept at once, with sudden, wild abandonment, in her sister’s arms.”
“Into this sank, pressed down by physical exhaustion that haunted her body and seemed to reach into her soul.” Just thinking of all the things going on with her heart not being in the right state it needs to be and then your husband death, that’s a lot weighing on her. The joys of her being able to just seat down, and let her body feel free to relax. “The delicious breath of rain was in the air.” The sound and smell of the rain were probably soothing her mind and just relaxing. It’s like listen to jazz or r&b music, you just want to be left alone in your own zone and listen to whatever may calm your nerves. Being that her husband was dead she didn’t want to really be bother with anyone. She sat in her room just gazing out the window and thinking about the things her and husband did together. She also was thinking she can live life again, because she was young, “She was young, with a fair, calm face, whose lines bespoke repression and even a certain strength.” Has she sat in her room just reminiscing on the times with her and her husband, she was just crying soft. “she sat with her head thrown back upon the cushion of the chair, quite motionless, except when a sob came up into her throat and shook her, as a child who has cried itself to sleep continues to sob in its dreams,” meaning she was crying like a child who may have gotten in trouble but not crying to loud were other people like her sister can hear her. As she sitting in her room thinking about life, she as some happiness to him being dead because she can live again but she is still sad that her husband is died. “She did not stop to ask if it were or were not a monstrous joy that held her. A clear and exalted perception enabled her to dismiss the suggestion as trivial. She knew that she would weep again when she saw the kind, tender hands folded in death; the face that had never looked save with love upon her, fixed and gray and dead.” Though she seem like she was unhappy being married she felt free again to live life but still had a soft spot in her heart for her husband. “There would be no one to live or during those coming years; she would live for herself.” “Josephine was kneeling before the closed door with her lips to the keyhold, imploring for admission. “Louise, open the door! I beg; open the door – you will make yourself ill.” Josephine did not like that her sister was sitting in that room for almost an hour without coming out or talking to anyone. When you are grieving, you just want to be