Mrs. Schoenburn walked alone, as she often did. She was an old woman who had seen many years as was evident by the way in which she walked with a hunch. Not knowing whether from age, the cold winter walk her to her home, or the guilt she carried upon her back like a heavy rucksack. The ghosts of her past float about the dark night. The whistle of the wind and the rustle of the trees scream their enmity. Mrs. Schoenburn pulls her bag closer, her coat tighter as she faces the bitterness of yet another winter walk.
-Sunnee C.
Ooh! That's a great simile: "the guilt she carried upon her back like a heavy rucksack." I also like how you named the woman; "Mrs. Schoenburn" is a great name!
ReplyDeleteI really like how open-ended the beginning and ending are to interpretation. The ambiguity of Mrs. Schoenburn's life really made me sit and ask questions for a while like: is her husband dead? Is her husband even around anymore? Where is she going? I enjoyed it!
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