Continuing Katherine Mansfield's short story "Mrs. Brill" (0)

Continuing Katherine Mansfield’s short story “Mrs. Brill”
IB HL English A: Language and literature
Written task 1
Rationale of the Written Task ( Part four )
This written task is created by using imagination and skills of creative writing. During the process of producing the task, the short story was analyzed from beginning to end in order to continue the story in a way that is suitable . The nature of this task is a short story as it continues Katherine Mansfield’s short story “ Miss Brill.”
In the continue of the short story a new literary device has brought in, in order to explain the short story’s protagonist Miss Brill. The literary device is external analepsis as in several parts of the story Miss Brill jumps in her thoughts back to the past.
The main audience of the written task are people who enjoy reading Katherine Mansfield’s short story “Miss Brill” and who would now like to read a written task where the short story is continued by someone else than the original author . In general, The audience of the written task can be anyone who is interested in literature, particularly in Katherine Mansfield’s short stories .
Word count: 245
Continuing Katherine’s Mansfield’s short story “Mrs. Brill”
Her heart started trembling as she thought about the incident in the park. The tears ran from her eyes like a river and the faces of Ann and George kept coming into her head. She walked into the other end of her miniature room, sat down on a blue wooden chair and opened a little box next to the chair.
The box was old and was covered with dust, it was clear that it had been untouched for a long time. Inside the box there were photos of a little girl and the little girl’s parents . Miss Brill looked at these photos very carefully for a long time one by one. The last picture that she took in her hands was again a photo of a little girl. The girl was on a grey bed and looked awfully pale. Miss Brill took a long deep breath, closed her eyes and supported her back against the wall.
“ Mother , mother come and look at my snowman!” exclaims a little girl.
“Honey, I have to go inside and start making dinner for you and your father! We are going to have roasted duck for dinner tonight as I know that it is the favourite meal of my precious ones! Right?” asks the mother happily.
“Yes, mother,” answers the girl. “But mommy,”
“Yes, my dear?” whispers the mother, stops and turns around so quickly that her red dress with white dots on it floats up and then falls back.
“When I grow up, then I want to be like you! As beautiful and kind as you!” declares the girl, with a voice filled with pride.
The mother looks at her daughter , feeling so happy and blessed. Her Ann and her George are everything for her.
“My sweet Ann but you already are so kind and beautiful, the kindest little princess in the whole wide world!” are the mother’s words to the daughter.
The girl runs towards her mother and jumps into her lap. A few seconds later she shouts excitedly “Father is home!”
A young man enters the garden and hugs his daughter who runs into his lap. “Ooh, seems like my little one missed me today ! I missed you too! Go inside the house and in the living -room you will find a present that I got you,” says the man.
The little girl leaves, only the man and the woman are left in the garden. Snowflakes are falling slowly from the sky and the whole atmosphere is kind of magical.
“I missed you today so much. How can it be that someone is so dear to you? That you love someone with every cell in your body ?” says the man seriously without taking his eyes off from the woman.
“I..” murmured “I don’t know..” answers the woman. Her feelings for her husband had not been reduced a single bit in these eight years . She still felt like she had just become Mrs. Brill.”
Miss Brill sighed on her blue chair. She wondered “Why?” Why did the world take Ann from her. She was so fragile, sweet and delicate. Miss Brill wished in her heart that she would have been the one whose life tuberculosis would have taken. Then her Ann could have had her life and she could have fulfilled her dreams.
She opened her eyes and put the box with the photos away . She stood up and moved outside to the garden. In the garden there was a big oak tree and next to it there was an enormous rosebush. She looked at the rosebush and the oak tree and all her inside warmed up. A few seconds later she felt herself smiling. The oak tree and the rosebush had a special meaning for her. Her dear passed away husband George had planted these there with the help of Ann. It had been a gift for Miss Brill’s 30th birthday.
“The oak tree symbolizes you, how strong you are and also it shows how strong and big our love for you is,” states the man.
“Yes mommy, our love for you reaches even the highest stars!” says the girl happily.
“The roses symbolize how beautiful you are, and how fragile and sweet you are from the inside,” explains the man to his wife.
He steps closer to his wife and grabs her by her waist.
“I love you!” exclaims the man loudly.
He caresses her cheek and kisses her passionately.
Miss Brill stepped closer to the oak tree and gave it a hug. After that she walked next to the rosebush. She squatted and put her nose between the bush , letting the amazing smell of roses come into her nose.
The clock stroke midnight, meaning that this unusual day had passed. The reason for the day being bizarre was not the couple in the park or not going to the baker’s. No. It was the fact that after three years she allowed herself to flash back into the times when she felt that she was still alive, needful, happy and loved. To the times when she still had George and Ann…
Word count: 856