"Stay outside," Sarah told Walton, and he did just that, setting up a camp about 200 yard from the shack. Smoke billowed out of the brick chimney which protruded out of the rain-soaked roof. Sarah approached and a warm feeling of remembrance shot through her veins. But as she knocked on the old wooden door, the impact reminded her of the present situation. No answer, Thunder roared. Sarah desperately tried again, she was in dire need of the listening ear of her old friend. The door creaked and Sarah was welcomed by a smiling face.
"My, it has been years!" Mae exclaimed, "In, in!" Sarah stepped in the house. The humid air blanketed her on all sides, and the elegant red and purple room was the same of her childhood.
"What brings you all this way my dear Sarah?"
"It's about Walton."
"Oh what is it, marriage advise? Oh my!"
"No Mae sadly I have made up my mind, I seek not suggestion simply reinforcement that I am not crazy."
"What troubles you?"
"Two years ago I was on track to graduate college in the big city, and I was happy as can be. I was going to be the first in my family. Then one day Walton came home talking these big words about providing for me and me not having to work a day in my life. The sincerity in his eyes drew my naive self and I thought I had it made. But come about five months ago, I asked for some money to go buy our big city friend Krista a birthday present, and he said he was tired of giving me money I didn't earn for things I don't need. Ever since that day, he only supports me financially and emotionally in buying the weekly groceries. I've lost my freedom, and I have no way of going back to school, because I have no money."
"So what is your plan?"
"I have to get rid of him Mae."
"Where is he at?"
"Right outside."
"Do do what you need to do."
As Sarah stood up to walk outside, she noticed the pitter patter of rain on the shack roof had stopped, and tension on the old shack seem to be released. She opened the door and greeted the grey sky with an indifferent face. She approached the newly set up tent. Little rain drops grazed her shoulders anew.
"Walton?"
Walton stepped out of the tent.
"Yes?"
"We need to talk."
"Here? Now?"
"Yes. I have nothing. You've taken over my physical life, and my emotional life, and that's not ok."
"Your crazy"
"I'm leaving you Walton"
Walton pulled back, anger spread on his face. As Sarah watched the closed fist and its source, she felt pity and sorrow. Pity, for what the once great man had become, and sorrow for the loss of them. The loss of what she viewed as love. Impact was imminent. The rain had picked up, Sarah squinted her eyes as the fist connected, bloodying her face. She lay on the ground, not sobbing, not laughing, straight faced. Thunder roared.
The theme I used was that if there is not an equal sharing of power in a relationship, time will break that relationship. And the techniques I used are:
- Dialogue- Hurston uses dialogue to show changes in the relationships between characters. I did this by showing that at one point Walton was nice and conscious of the language he used with Sarah, and now he could care less.
- Tone- I mostly set the tone with the ominous sky, elegant room, and the changing of the weather. By using connotations of different elements of nature, Hurston often sets a tone simply by the scene the characters are in. This can lead to other techniques like foreshadowing, as mine did.
- Confidant- Mae serves as a confidant for Sarah here. Hurston uses Pheoby as a confidant so the antagonist can share a more detailed opinion on the relationship developments and plot line, while fitting smoothly into the plot line itself, and not causing an abrupt stop in the story. Here Sarah tells Mae how she was naive and that lead to her misjudgement.
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