Rebecca - Creative Response
REBECCA – Creative Response
Frith
As the candle flickered in the corner of the room, the shadows danced across the stone wall, casting light upon my aged face. I had sat in darkness for days now, the war becoming worse, and so was my eyes.The silver rimmed cup in my hand trembled, as Parkinsons Disease had taken over my body, I never managed to remain still. As my hair reseeds and my eyes grow tired, I know that it is time for me to leave. My whole life was spent in Manderly and now that it is burnt down, and I have retired, I don’t know what to do. I am just biding my time, waiting for the moment that I will this estate. I only have my memories for company, memories of Sir, Mrs De Winter, Madame Rebecca, Robert and Mrs Danvers. A thousand words will not leave so deep an impression as the first glance, as they are often the truest. The memories of my first glances at the first and second Mrs De Winter now come back to me.
I heard the murmur of their voices as I crossed the hall; the newly wedded couple had just sat down for dinner together, they had arrived only an hour ago. I entered the room to see Rebecca, her dark ash-brown hair, flowing like silk as it trailed down behind her dainty, gentle shoulders. I just couldn’t help to think, what kind of woman she was. I set down the plates, not speaking a word to either Sir or the new Madam; I was not in a position to talk to either of them, as that was not my responsibility. Madame, was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She seemed so comfortable being herself. She was so lovely, so accomplished, so amusing. This was my first meeting with her, and already I was in awe of her. She had the perfect breeding to be Sir’s wife, she was incredibly beautiful and as time went I on, I realised she had the brains and confidence to outwit anyone. She was entirely different to the second Mrs De Winter.
The wedded couple were late, an hour dragged past, slow, interminable. The entire staff in the house and on the
Frith
As the candle flickered in the corner of the room, the shadows danced across the stone wall, casting light upon my aged face. I had sat in darkness for days now, the war becoming worse, and so was my eyes.The silver rimmed cup in my hand trembled, as Parkinsons Disease had taken over my body, I never managed to remain still. As my hair reseeds and my eyes grow tired, I know that it is time for me to leave. My whole life was spent in Manderly and now that it is burnt down, and I have retired, I don’t know what to do. I am just biding my time, waiting for the moment that I will this estate. I only have my memories for company, memories of Sir, Mrs De Winter, Madame Rebecca, Robert and Mrs Danvers. A thousand words will not leave so deep an impression as the first glance, as they are often the truest. The memories of my first glances at the first and second Mrs De Winter now come back to me.
I heard the murmur of their voices as I crossed the hall; the newly wedded couple had just sat down for dinner together, they had arrived only an hour ago. I entered the room to see Rebecca, her dark ash-brown hair, flowing like silk as it trailed down behind her dainty, gentle shoulders. I just couldn’t help to think, what kind of woman she was. I set down the plates, not speaking a word to either Sir or the new Madam; I was not in a position to talk to either of them, as that was not my responsibility. Madame, was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She seemed so comfortable being herself. She was so lovely, so accomplished, so amusing. This was my first meeting with her, and already I was in awe of her. She had the perfect breeding to be Sir’s wife, she was incredibly beautiful and as time went I on, I realised she had the brains and confidence to outwit anyone. She was entirely different to the second Mrs De Winter.
The wedded couple were late, an hour dragged past, slow, interminable. The entire staff in the house and on the