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Monday, September 19, 2011

My last Duchess - rewritten

Nobody had foreseen what would happen. Nobody would have believed me. I don’t even think that I would believe me. My life started out like other girls of my class and I was told that finding a man was the most important thing in my life. It would make me happy they said. And I believed them. I got married to who they thought most proper. He was some years older than me and I remember his stern face and dull nature. He tried to keep me down, but the more he tried to tie me the more I needed freedom. He did not approve of my happy face and talking with other people. It was like he was scared to his very core that I would somehow offend his honour. Taken the little he had. He tried to tell me what to do and how, but I did not care for his unwise lectures. I was, to him, not worthy to bear his name. Because I in life did not go his way, he chose that death for me would be my way. Here I am just as he wants me. Hanging on a wall with a weak smile. He can see me now when he wants, he need not be scared for my deeds. I am now as he always wanted me to be, and I will stay like this for as long as he pleases.

2 comments:

  1. I like the idea of the portrait itself speaking to us.

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  2. Very concise story, voiced from out of the painting. It is sad, though, that the Duchess shows so little real emotion at being murdered and objectified...

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