Hey again. Today starts a series of posts: The Short Story Series. In our AP Lit class (yes, I know we talk about that a lot… but hey, what can you expect. That’s how this blog started)… in our AP Lit class, we were each assigned to write a short story of 1000-1500 words inspired by an author of our choice. I hope you enjoy seeing our writing results for a change. 🙂 Read away!
The Rocking Chair
The rain. It came falling out of clouds that were heavy and gray. Anna got up from her old blue rocking chair and stood in front of the window, watching the raindrops race each other down the glass. Even the raindrops seemed ready to go wherever gravity took them. Why couldn’t she be ready as well? At ninety years old, Anna had been told she had six months to live. Now, at ninety-two, Anna knew she was nearing the end of her time on earth. Her mind was sharp, yet her bones were frail; her heart was weak; and her breathing was labored. No one else knew what she knew; no one would want to be bothered by death in days that were so full of life. Her granddaughter, Sophia, was nearing the end of her pregnancy with Anna’s first great-grandchild. It was just this morning that the house had been filled with family. She sighed. The revolving door had been set in motion. Sophia rushed out to get a hair cut while the dog rushed in. Her sister-in-law drove away with her son to get some last-minute groceries, as Sophia ran back inside to grab the keys laying on the table. Sophia’s nephew chased the muddy dog into the basement, and the rest grabbed a last minute snack before the house suddenly became quiet. As Anna sat in the corner, she couldn’t help but chuckle at the craziness of the household. However, the laugh had a hint of sadness as she remembered days when the children would sit around her tying and re-tying knots in her shoelaces and pulling at her chin hairs. Life was simpler then. It was hard to live life in a corner when death was so near.
Anna glanced down at the old picture on the mantle in front of her. She was standing in the sun with her young grandchildren all around her. They all looked so happy. Glancing out at the rain again, she thought of the day they took that picture. She missed them all. They were so innocent and full of life. The new baby would be just like that. Anna suddenly felt a desperation to hold on to the life she had yet to live. She needed to say her first hellos… and her last goodbyes. Glancing out the window once again, she felt the warmth of a tear fall onto her cheek. She had one thing left on her to-do list, and that was to kiss the face her new great-granddaughter.
“Hi, Grandma. I’m back.” Sophia entered the nursery with a cup of coffee balanced on her stomach. “Daniel said I needed to lie down and stop worrying about all the preparations.” She sighed and sat down in the blue rocking chair.
Quickly wiping away any trace of tears, Anna turned to look at her granddaughter. Even when she was tired, Sophia had such a pretty face. Oh, how she would miss those worried eyebrows, eyes even now full of love, and the tired, yet gentle voice. “Well, you just rest. Daniel takes such good care of you. You two are going to make fine parents.”
“I certainly hope so. The contractions are coming more often, Grandma. I don’t think it will be long before she comes.”
“Well, don’t you worry about it. I’ve been through this before and so has your mother. It will be worth it.” Anna gave her hand a comforting squeeze. Turning away, Anna was suddenly overwhelmed by a deep and painful cough.
“Grandma? Are you ok?” Sophia anxiously stood.
Anna waved her back down. “Oh, I’m sure it was just the old frog in there,” she covered.
Quietly exiting the room, Anna peered through the doorway and caught her breath. She could see herself, sixty years ago, sitting in that same rocking chair holding her newborn daughter, Megan. Thirty years ago, she had stood next to the rocking chair smiling down at Megan and her new granddaughter, Sophia. Perhaps she would be able to do the same for Sophia and her baby girl.
As Anna slowly walked through the house, memories flooded her mind. The dark paneled family room was her favorite. It was where she could hear her children and grandchildren’s laughter while they opened presents around a crackling fire during the chilly nights in December. It was also the place of comforting when her husband had passed away. The kitchen reminded her of hours of instruction with Megan and Sophia in the art of cooking. It also reminded her of the debates that were held over which ice cream flavor was the best. The brightly colored bathroom housed memories of sharing giggles in the tub… and calming the tears of her little ones. Now, they were all grown up. They were going to have to live without her.
Anna had struggled to her knees. The gentle rain outside thickened into an unforgiving sheet of sorrow. “Please,” she prayed, unable to stop the tears. “Let me have this one last memory.”
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That had been three days ago. Today, with relief in her heart and only a thin sheet of glass between her and the sprinkle of raindrops outside, Anna stood in the nursery—holding a new life in her arms. Evelyn Hope, a wrinkled, little infant, yawned and grabbed her great-grandmother’s finger. She looked up at Anna with brown eyes full of love and trust. Even though she was only a few hours old, Evelyn Hope had a way of capturing everyone’s attention and holding them spellbound. Everything, from the tiny little fingers and toes to the peaceful face and fuzz of red hair, was a precious part of the memory that Anna was taking in.
Anna breathed a sigh of thankfulness. As the dying woman and the precious infant joined together in a bond of affection, a tear trickled down Anna’s cheek and landed on the newborn’s head. She wiped it away and looked into the innocent blue eyes that were so full of life. “Yes,” she thought, “I am ready to go. May this baby’s life be as fulfilling as mine.” She kissed the baby gently and laid her down in the cradle. Her to-do list was complete.
Slowly, Anna walked around her home one last time. Coming upon Sophia sleeping in a chair near the crackling fire, Anna gently laid a blanket over her little girl and kissed her forehead. “Look at that picture on the fireplace mantle. That one’s gotta be my favorite,” she whispered to Sophia. “Don’t forget about me.” Anna placed the photo in the sleeping mother’s hand and quietly slipped into the nursery once again.
Evelyn Hope was sleeping soundly. “When you grow up, I hope you are just like your mother.”
As she sat down in the old blue rocking chair in the corner of the room, she smiled. Taking one last breath, Anna looked up. The rain had stopped. The clouds opened up just enough to let a ray of sunshine break though and land on her face. “I’m going home now.”
Inspiration: My author was Katherine Mansfield. She definitely inspired this story in quite a few ways–consciously and subconsciously. To name a few, her stories seem to tell something about a difficulty in life that many people can relate to. As I look back on the Katherine Mansfield stories I read, I realize that this has aspects of plot from them such as… A birth from A Birthday. The difficulties of growing old from Miss Brill. I also tried to copy the point of view that Mansfield takes in the short stories I read. Limited third person. She does a lot of narration and looks inside the characters head for thoughts. I also tried to do some symbolism with the weather in this story. The amount of rain relating to the amount of distress Anna feels.