Tuesday, September 22, 2009

A lady's last supper

As she was writing her hands began to shiver. She had felt so determined, yet now she could feel all her emotions rush through her body and her mind began to question her decisions.
A teardrop landend on the letter and the writing around this tear began to shade. She was surprised by this reaction. She looked up from her letter. She was staring at her reflection - she looked horrible.
Her eyes went from this canvas to the next. A painting of her, not yet dry, was standing on her desk. As she studiet the painting she felt depressed. The girl who was staring back at her looked different. She looked so happy and her eyes were glowing. SHE had a future.
But what future did she have now? She found herself being jealous and wanting that happiness to project over to her, knowing that she would never feel like that anymore.
She had been trying for so long and was given nothing in return. She was tired and in dismay.
What else could she to do? Nothing would change. Why?
Her eyes once again moved to the mirror. She hated this canvas.
A great crash filled the room as the mirror shatteed into thousand pieces on the floor.
No one was coming - and for the first time she was thankful for that.
Her letter was done now and all that was left was her last supper.

Jeanett

2 comments:

  1. The Duchess contemplating suicide...? Interesting intervention, not often seen. Why does the Duchess turn the blame inwards, on herself? Did something happen to the artist of the painting, perhaps? Could have been hinted at in your story, if that is your intention.

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  2. The idea was to portray a duchess, who turns the blame inwards because she (as in the poem) is a young and naive girl who does not know any better. It was not my intention to make it appear as though she might have had a relationship to the painter, or that something had happened to the painter, but I see how that could have given the story a nice twist:)

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