Saturday, August 3, 2019
The Lady Her Porch And Her Chair :: essays research papers
The Lady,Her Porch, and Her Chair Once there lived an old lady named Clair Higgins. Every summer day she would sit out on her porch in her rocking chair drinking lemonade and reading a book. She looked like a nice person, but rumor had it that she was a mean old lady. Some people say that she killed her husband, others say that her husband ran away from her. It was so hard to believe though. Clair didn't look anything like a mean person. She looked so gentle and kind. She hair fair skin and rosy cheeks. Her hair was a shinny silver-gray,and it was fairly long. Her lips were plush and pink,all this surprising at her age. Most women her age have thinning gray hair and lots of wrinkles. That was another thing that was weird about her, she had few wrinkles. She doesn't look all that tall and she's fairly skinny. I've never seen her smile, she looks so lonely. Or maybe the book she is reading is just sad. Even though she doesn't smile, I still think that she is kind at heart. Just because her husband isn't around doesn't mean she killed him. Maybe he died of old age or is in a nursing home. Wherever he is, people have no right talking about her and saying stuff that they don't even know is true. Her porch is in pretty good condition. It looks like a comforting place to sit out on nice days. Except for the few cobwebs that have gathered in the corners it looks nice. The steps are cement and there are flower beds surrounding the porch, with beautiful flowers in them. They were so pretty that they lit up the whole house,and you would just want walk up to them and smell each one. It makes me wonder though, how do those flowers get there? Clair is always reading her book or looking out into the sky. What am I saying, there probably annual bulbs. Her porch had a roof, protecting her from the sun on hot days and it protected her from the rain on rainy days. One the roof is a light so she can read in the dark. The porch made a silent creaking sound as she rocked back and forth. On the porch was a table where she set her lemonade down each day. It also held her blanket and a candle for when she got a chill.