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The Selfish One
“Oh my poor Mathilde! But mine was only paste. Why at most it was worth
only five hundred francs!” (Poe 233).
The air around the two women seemed to get mustier, the grass; less
alive, and the children playing in the park that once brought so much joy seemed to
vanish. The park became a sort of abyss, with the immoral energy that radiated
from Mathilde Loisel’s aura.
A perturbing grin spread like wildfire across her slowly
wrinkling face. Her hoarse voice urged out a short cackle. “Oh Madam, you mustn’t
fret. I’m much happier where I am now! I can also see that you are too!” She
gestured towards the necklace so delicately dangling from Mme Forestier’s perfectly
shaped collarbone. Madam Forestier ‘s pale hand flinched towards the expensive
necklace once she caught Mme. Loisel eyeing it. “Why, I am happy, and I’m so glad to
hear that you are well. I really must be going but-” Madam Loisel interrupted her to
say, “As do I, old friend, but I really do miss speaking with you. What do you say you
join my husband and I for our evening meal? It would mean the world!”
Madam Forestier tried to fabricate an excuse in her mind but ended up giving in.
After a bit longer they both parted ways, Madam Loisel began to chuckle menacingly
As soon as Mme Forestier wasn’t able to be spotted. The irrational woman initiated
another menacing cackle, this time more daunting than before. With the guffaw
came a startling statement, “I will get back what I once had If it means losing such a
dear friend as you.” She sneered back with a cynical tone of voice.
After swabbing the floors and counters, braising the beef and boiling the
stew, all was keen at the Loisel residence. Careful not to soil the floors, Mme Loisel
hurried over the the window pane and sat down to read her hardback. After
skimming through a few pages she gazed out into the tumultuous streets and
watched Madam Forestier exit her taxi cab . She rushed into the kitchen to prepare
the drinks and set the table. She seized 3 silver goblets hidden in the back of the
cupboard, for special occasions. Tonight would be special enough she thought to
herself. She filled all three of the cups up with the red wine, but in she injected one
with a venomous substance. She sat the poisoned drink into Miss Forestier’s spot
just as the door buzzed. Mr. Loisel rushed from the bedroom quadrant of the room
to the door . Just before opening it he said to Mathilde, “Darling, Im so happy you
and Madame Forestier have come together once again, this could bring great
fortune to us! “ she waved him off and demanded he open the door right away.
“Madam! We musn’t start off with small talk I have such great news for you!
I took the necklace you gave to me and pawned it off for a good percent of the
original price! It was no bother so don’t worry about thanking me!” Madam Loisel
was without words. She was so speechless in fact, she forgot about the drinks
on the table . “That’s the best news I’ve heard in a year! Let us drink to good
fortune!” Mr. Loisel exclaimed. Madame Forestier grabbed the dirty flute and sipped
from it. “My, this wine tastes strange, what is it?” Mme Loisel started to say
something but it was too late, the substance was already in her system. “Let me take
look at it” Mr Loisel said grabbing the glass from her hand. He took a long gulp of it
and began to cough. “That’s not mine!” He said.
Just then Madame Forestier fainted into her chair lifelessly. Mme
Loisel’s Husband swerved around to face his wife. “What have you done?” an
expression of extreme disappointment spread across his face. Then nothing. His
limp body sat slowly into his chair. Suddenly, Mathilde Loisel’s largest fear came
true. No, it was not that she was poor, or lesser than everyone else. It was that she
was alone. Never in her life had she been without someone, and now here she was
standing in the middle of the room with all of the people who actually cared about
her lying on the floor, lifeless. She grabbed the goblet and sat down next to her
husband. She swallowed the remains of the toxin, and waited for it to set in.
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