Story Of An Hour: A Short Story

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 peacefully to the door and pulled it open. Her sister Josephine was standing outside, a different look of panic flashed in her eye. Josephine told her sister to take a seat, because she had something very important to say. Telling Mrs. Mallard the news about Brently Mallard’s death was not very 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 out incomplete and
The sound of the door closing snap Louise out of her daze and she just 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 surfers surf, 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 an hour or so, she finally carried 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 home, Mrs. Mallard listened as her guests whimper with mournful cries for their now lost loved one. She entered into the living room with a miserable role on her face, when she heard the front door push