Estelle Louise: A Short Story

Riley Edlitz suffered through years of harassment in elementary school, which she believes catalyzed her role as a bully. Now a freshman at Scarsdale High School, Riley distinctively remembers feeling powerless and insecure. “The bullying just really got to me, I believed everything they said about me. I felt worthless.” She was mocked, tormented, and insulted on a daily basis; “I became a shell of the person I once was,” she accepts.

Written in 1894, “The Story of an Hour” is a story of a woman who, through the erroneously reported death of her husband, experienced true freedom. Both tragic and ironic, the story deals with the boundaries imposed on women by society in the nineteenth century. The author Kate Chopin, like the character in her story, had first-hand experience with the male-dominated society of that time and had experienced the death of her husband at a young age (Internet). The similarity between Kate Chopin and her heroine can only leave us to wonder how much of this story is fiction and how much is personal experience.

The gossip circumventing around 7-year-old Erica Pratt's blighted neighbourhood was that her family had obtained a sizable sum of wealth.

When Annie reaches the top of the stairs, she pauses. She listens to the slow, measured approach of the man—she can call him a man, can’t she? He’s no longer the boy she used to know—behind her and waits. “I’ll be behind you. You’ll be fine.”

Later that night, as Jake recorded his observations of the town and harbor in his notebook, his mind wandered to Nell’s easy confidence when she navigating around her daddy’s store. He realized that he had seen the Harmony often docked behind Guthrie’s Hardware, and he wondered if it was her boat. Was she working with Lowell? He took a slug of bourbon to wash the image out of his mind. One thing he concluded was that Charlie Lowell could not be the brains behind the rum-running operations that functioned so openly on Front Street. He suspected that the police were being paid off in money or hooch.

“That envelope you have in your pocket is an arrest warrant. You are to either inform us on the whereabouts of my son and Benjamin Merlo or go to jail. Since you were the last one with him and just told all these people he was waiting for you and Cathleen to celebrate with him, you can’t say you don’t know where he is. So what is it, jail or my boys?”

Henry and Colleen arrive to the address of Ava Badeaux , it was a little shop off Bourbon Street in the city. The outside was a old red brick two story building with bars around the long rectangular windows . They opened the dark green door walking in. The smell inside was of mold and a smokey fruit scent . Voodoo dolls hung from the ceiling , jars of spices and potions on the stained wood shelves covered in spider webs. A altar to there right by the entrance with a sign saying “ do not touch or you shall receive bad luck.” The altar was full of change , dolls and other gifts placed by strangers in hopes of no bad luck in there life. Every step they took , a creak noise appeared step by step . “ May I help you?” They jumped from a female voice

As they exit Ruby’s parking lot Estelle Louise says, “Clemmy Sue that there gotta be the bestest birthday gift in all my years. I gots to know though, who you be thinkin’ that there Harry might be?”

When I got home this afternoon, Sandra called her and they talked for a while. When Kate mentioned Mr. Entwhistle, Sandra immodestly asked why I didn’t answer his questions when he called on me.

I ran. I ran as fast as my body would let me. I soon made it to the thick forest and hid behind a tree. I needed to just look around me and gauge my surroundings. I didn't see much of anything at first but soon I noticed smoke coming from quite a few directions.

It had been about ten months since Aileen Mavourneen was introduced to the family. I was never fond of her. She was a dog and since i was a cat, we didn't get along. She always had the attention and Sadie never played with me anymore. The baby was always pulling on the dog's fur, laying on it, playing with it, kissing it. My days are quite a bore now that no one does any of that with me.

She says to him, “ Come to me, Arthur. Leave these others and come to me. My arms are hungry for you. Come, and we can rest together. Come, my husband.”

Estelle Louise reached the Chevy first. As soon as she slams the door behind her, she realized her friend never replaced the broken window, on the passenger side. Automatically, she rummages under the seat, until she finds a large black plastic trash bag and a roll of duct tape, and then proceeds to create a makeshift window. While she waits, for Clemmie Sue, she glances around, catches a glimpse of a scruffy burlap sack behind the driver’s seat, and grabs it. Gently she dabs the moisture, from her dress, which clings to her like Saran Wrap. That is when she noticed the buttons missing from the front of her dress, and her bun dripping wet and drooping on her forehead and her shoes encrusted with mud. Using the burlap bag, she removes some of

“Listen to this, the mayor’s wife is hosting a private luncheon in honor of the governor’s wife, Marlene Harris. She will be in town.” Smiling, Louise was elated as she read the article again.