A Prequel to Susan Glaspells Short Story, Trifles :: Short Story Creative Writing Essays

A Prequel to Susan Glaspells Short Story, Trifles Minnie rear was once described as the belle of the ball. To look at her tonight for the depression time you could see why. She carried herself with both an air of confidence and modesty at the same time. Her small eyes dominated her face. They did not look flat at you anymore though. Still, they seemed all knowing and experienced as if they were competent to see and know secrets ab off you that you wish no one knew. Her fragile peaked nose was no match for the full lips she had, lips that never verbalized a sound and which have become as pale as her knuckles. Her lips were pierced shut protecting the thoughts in her head from falling out one by one to the hard flooring. This morning Minnie felt a little different. No one was home. No one was there to irritate her. Why then, did she feel the need to continue on like a caged animal within her own home? She cautiously continued sight from the upstairs. Minnies r ight foot led the vogue and paused on separately step. Like a young child first learning to accomplish the staircase she would wait for her left-hand(a) foot to catch up in the beginning leading again with her right. Her feet glided lightly across the wooden steps and completely the dust particles felt her movement. She seemed to have a pillow of air floating underneath her. Quite ironically, with each descending stride her body took, her distribute would tightly grip the banister until her veins were crushed against her tightened skin with no way out. Gliding over to the kitchen, Minnie continued with her everyday tasks. She began by clearing the table, a task that should have been completed the night before but was left untouched. She put things away one by one and in a quiet manner. She lightly opened and shut the cupboards, placing pots and pans where they belonged, one by one, refined from the table to under the sink. It was cold in that kitchen. Minnie loo ked out the window to her neighbors house. Perhaps at present she would go visit perhaps today she would not.