Louise Dialectical Journal

The news struck her, like a lightening bolt striking a tree. Josephine, the sister of Mrs. Mallard, now realizes what she has to do. Mrs. Mallard is suffering with heart disease, so telling her won’t be easy. There was a railroad disaster reported and her sister’s husband, Mr. Mallard, was one of the firsts on the ‘dead list.’ When Josephine first arrives at her sister’s, she is unsure how to break the news. Should she be straightforward? Maybe just ease into it, so it might not hit her as hard? Josephine sees her sister sitting on the couch watching her favorite show. At a time like this, how will she react to such news? She slowly walks up to the back of the couch, behind her sister, looking at the TV so intensely. “Hey, Louise. I need
She couldn’t tell if that last look on her sister’s face before she left, if it was amazement, or shock. It’s the first time she’s ever seen her sister react to anything like that. Louise kind of looked emotionless. A couple hours pass, and there is still no sign of Louise coming out of her room. A knocking on the door startles Josephine. As she stood up, and walked over to the door to see who it was, she stood in absolute shock. She stared up at the eyes of a man and she couldn’t believe her eyes. She rushed to her sister’s door and knocked frantically, “Louise open up, someone’s here. You need to see this.” Mrs. Mallard opens the door and looks at her sister. As her sister points towards the doorway, she sees now. All of the thoughts that were just in her head, everything. It all instantly fades, as she stares into the eyes of a man. Eye’s staring back at her, the eyes of her husband. The next day, police, reporters, and even paparazzi, were outside of Mrs. Mallards house. People swarming around Josephine, asking her questions like, ‘What happened to your sister?’ and ‘What was all the false reporting on Mr. Mallard’s death all about?’ All these questions, but all she can remember from that day, is seeing the shockingly, blank expression on her sister’s face, before she fell to the floor. Motionless on the floor,