"Mme. Loisel"

Mme. Loisel

Mme. Loisel works till there are bags under her eyes and has wrinkles on her skin. She takes care of the house, while her husband works to pay the income. Mme. Loisel is thinking of her taking her own life. She works 10 long years to pay for 1 thing. She is thinking of telling Mme. Foreister, but at the same time she wants to keep the money. Her greediness is taking over her. She decides to keep the money.

“We just worked for that money, why would you just decide to keep it!” the husband says

“We need money, we’re poor and can’t even put food on the table for ourselves.”

The argument suddenly came to a stop. Mme. Loisel falls to the ground holding her chest breathing hard. Her husband couldn’t understand what she is saying.

“I’m having a heart attack.” Mme. Loisel says.

She suddenly stops. Mme. Loisel doesn’t move. The only thing her husband can do is take her to the hospital.

“Stay with me Mme. Loisel!” Pleads the husband as he rushes to the hospital. When they finally reach the hospital they tell the husband she is in a coma.

“Are you sure she is not just unconscious.” asks the M. Loisel.

“Yes, because she would have woken up by now.” the doctor replies.

Everybody in town knows now. They stop by the hospital every other day to come and see if Mme. Loisel is okay. Her husband sits on his couch all day waiting to hear a phone call that she is okay. He waits for months, those months turn into years. Finally he gets the a call from the hospital.

“Is she okay?” M. Loisel immediately asks the doctor.

“She hasn’t woken up yet, but now we are asking if we should just let her die, it has been years sir.”

“Keep her awake, I will never give up on her!”

Suddenly, Mme. Loisel wakes up, not where she expects to wake up. Its 3:00 in the morning, she is in bed with her husband.

“What just happened!” she yells at him.

“You went to sleep hours ago.” says M. Loisel.

“What happened yesterday?”

“You got a letter asking you to go to the ball.”

She realized nothing was as it seemed. She was dreaming about her own fate, and how she was in a coma, she was asleep.

The next morning she walks up to Mme. Foreister’s door with her hands trembling and her face is a red as a tomato. She knocks on the door.

“Why hello Madame Loisel, what can I do for you?”

“I just wanted to tell you that I lost the necklace,” tears start running down her face, “I lost it at the ball, I’ve been meaning to tell you.”

“No need to cry, that Necklace was only worth 500 francs,” she tells Mme. Loisel “It was only made out of paste, it was fake.”

You can see so much gayness in her face, she smiles.

“Thank you for your forgiveness Mme. Foreister, I owe you one.”

Her eyes changed from red back to white. Her hands aren’t trembling anymore. She is happy for once in her life.