The Bell Rings

Today was the first day of my English 1b class. The first assignment was to finish the story:

“A woman sitting in her old, shuttered house. She knows that she is alone in the whole word; every other thing is dead. The doorbell rings.” (Aldrich)

So here is my take on it:

The Bell Rings

“A woman sitting in her old, shuttered house. She knows that she is alone in the whole word; every other thing is dead. The doorbell rings.” (Aldrich)

The woman slowly walks to the window and draws back the dusty curtains. As she does this she thinks to herself that there couldn’t be someone there. She knows that her mind often plays tricks on her. It must be the wring gone bad, just a short circuit.

Looking out the window all she sees is the large wrap-around porch clothed in darkness, the porch light having long since burned out. She stays very still looking for any movement in the dark, but sees nothing.

She retreats back into her sitting room. She cannot decide whether or not to open the door to see what is there. She paces the room nervously wringing her hands. She decides finally to open the door only if the bell rings again.

Still pacing, waiting for the bell, she wonders what it would be like to find another person after all this time. A person to talk to, to share her experiences with, someone to share the rest of her life with. With these thoughts bringing her courage, she walks to the door and slowly opens it.

Standing there is empty darkness. The bell rings again.