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Curley's Wife Monologue

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A purple dusk splashing over tangerine groves and long melon fields; the sun the color of pressed grapes, slashed with burgandy red, the fields the color of love and Spanish mysteries. When the sun set, no candle replaced it. Only the lustrous spark in glossy eyes to spare. Under the willow trees, the leaves lay deep and so crisp that a lizard made a great skittering if he ran among them. Elegantly, the innumerable flashing fragments lay shining in midst of the church. Ahead, the path vivaciously glistening like white quartz, yet raindrops on the weary concrete was all it was.

Plip-plop, plip-plop, the countless number of tears escaping Curley’s senses- streaming down his crimson cheekbones prudently. Manifestly, this was a signal for his masked feminism and true colours. Recalling his last memory, last kiss, with his one love, pearl-shaped beads grew from his wide , luminous eyes. Gazing through the black clothes and white waxy faces, he reminisced his hatred for the man that obtained control over the expiration of his wife: but soon, like an enervated kid, he withdrew.

Through the thriving mass of anonymous figures, pulsating with inferior energy, stood …show more content…

Ultimately, radiating through the countless number of dark figures stood on parade, arose Curley’s wife’s corpse in the casket. Abundantly, the polished paragon, mahogany wooden structure, was layered with the finest collection of satin and velvet, as smooth as a pup’s ear. Groomed carefully and to grotesque extent, the cadaver was draped in deluxe red garments; expressing the body’s genuine beauty. It wasn’t ludicrous in the classical way, no flowing golden curls or ivory skin; no piercing eyes of green. She was shorter than the average maiden, and certainly larger than a catwalk model, but in her ordinariness she was ravishing. Something radiated from within that rendered her irresistible in her resting state, to both

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