Miss Worth - Inspired by Katherine Mansfield

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Commercial Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
My school literature project. I had to create a short story that replicated Katherine Mansfield's style of writing

Submitted: February 07, 2015

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Miss Worth
Miss Worth couldn’t comprehend why mothers, fathers, husbands, wives and children were still arriving at the gold theatre doors. They stood, admired the chandelier, which now and again cast a rainbow across the walls. Of course! They had never seen such a beautiful chandelier before! She watched their eyes wander, taking in the stage adorned with coloured lights. Perhaps they should take a long look now for surely they wouldn’t be able to see it from their seats, which were so far back! She closed her eyes, filled her lungs with air and in a great huff she forced it out through her nose. She was ready for the play to start - she had been ready for a long time. But yet, the late comers refused to move - to be polite - to take their seats. Until, finally, the ushers came, and herded them in like sheep, until they sat with a thump, and continued to talk amongst themselves. How rude of them!
Miss Worth sat silently in her velvet chair, looking up at the red stage with her breath stolen and mouth gaping slightly. The distant sounds of footsteps and squeaking chairs began to mix with the gentle music of the orchestra. The air whirled, tumbled and clashed - leaving no space for silence.  Miss Worth turned and watched as children sat up straight, ears pricked, urging their torso to stretch so that they could see past the seat in front. Husbands and wives took each other’s hands and subconsciously moved closer together, until only the slightest gap stopped them from becoming one. Miss Worth felt a faint emptiness in the pit of her stomach – no, not emptiness – anticipation. Yes! That was what she was feeling! Anticipation, of the figures, that were starting to appear amongst the lights like shadows of the night. 
Miss Worth knew that Mr Hastings was one of those figures. She could feel it! Her eyes searched for him and her heart started to beat faster – da-dum, da-dum, da-dum - like a hummingbird chiselling away inside her breast. He had always made her feel like that. He used to come home with flowers for her every night– big, bright orange Tiger Lillies that would fill up the entire house.
The same house they had bought quite some years ago. A little brown thing on the corner of two busy roads – nothing like what she had grown up in. But he had always loved it, even when the rain turned the paint a yellow-grey colour. It seemed that the house had been quite dull lately. There was something missing... But Miss Worth knew that it was only because Thomas had been busy - so busy - lately. And why wouldn’t he be! He was finally achieving his dream – their dream – for him to become famous. Someone who was wanted by all! It would all go back to normal soon and when it did the house would blossom like a flower in spring!
She could see how important he was now, looking up at him perform. He had such a beautiful voice! It was a wonder he hadn’t been cast before! His voice was loud and his message clear, he was the most magnificent actor she had ever seen. She couldn’t believe how fortunate she was to be able to call him, hers. She couldn’t even imagine what she would do without him – she didn’t want to! Miss Worth knew they would be together forever. They were not married, but it was certainly like they were. He loved her and she loved him, despite the recent discovery…
Oh look at him! He had warned her that he would have to kiss another woman on stage. He was such a gentlemen in that way! But Miss Worth didn’t mind, it was just a kiss, just a peck on the lips – it didn’t mean anything…
A small, quiet draft picked up her long yellow skirt and the frayed edges tickled her ankles. A little giggle slipped out of her mouth. She kept the smile on her face as on stage Thomas took the brunette’s hand in his, pulled her in and joined their bodies at the breast. They were so graceful together, how he brushed a strand of hair on her face, placing it carefully behind her ear. Their eyes didn’t leave each other’s. A tear escaped from Miss Worth’s eye and ran down her cheek. Such a beautiful scene – she couldn’t help but shed a tear at the beauty! Miss Worth wanted to stop time right there! 
His hand ran down her red chiffon, beaded dress – which stopped half way down her thighs. Thomas’ and her bright red lips moved closer together…Miss Worth thought she felt something touch her foot. Hopefully not a mouse! As much as she didn’t want to look away from her dear Thomas, Miss Worth had to check – she didn’t have a choice! She looked down with blurry eyes, but she blinked it away...Dear, dear…There seemed to be nothing there after all!
Miss Worth startled from her day dream by an eruption of clapping hands and loud cheers, found the show was over – it was all over. She stood up, pushed her breast out and lifted her chin. Miss Worth collected her things, a little bag that matched the colour of her skirt and a grey shawl, and walked to the backstage area to meet Mr Hastings. However she was stopped before she could get to him - before she could congratulate him - take him home – settle into their routine again. In front of her stood a tall, suited man. Both his face and body were big and round in shape, and when he spoke, his voice trembled through Miss Worth’s body like an earthquake.  “Miss, you aurn’t allow’d to come in.”
Miss Worth was furious – how dare he stop her from seeing Thomas! Miss Worth knew Thomas would be looking for her, and if he couldn’t find her…Well, she knew he would get worried. “Excuse me - mister - do you not know to whom you are speaking to?”
The man looked over her head and focused his eyes on something in the distance. “Not a clue who ya’r.”
Miss Worth could see Thomas just inside the hallway.
“Thomas! Oh Thomas darling! Will you tell this – man – to let me in!”
Thomas turned his head and looked over his shoulder. “Oh - there you are Mildred. I'm terribly sorry, but the cast has asked me to come and celebrate with them. I’m sure you can understand that I have no choice but to join them. Are you okay to walk home alone? I won’t be home too late”.  Mr Hastings turned back to his conversation.
How polite of the cast to ask Thomas to join! Miss Worth was filled with emotion at the thought that his dream was coming true so quickly. She lifted a hand, waved strongly and with a smile, she called a goodbye to the group of retreating actors. 
Miss Worth carefully placed her shawl on her shoulders and brushed her fringe behind her ears. Step-by-step, Miss Worth walked home alone. But unlike normal, she didn’t notice the full moon above her, or the laughs and excitement of the couples and children leaving the theatre. No. Miss Worth didn’t notice anything - anything except for that sad cry of the cat in the nearby alley.


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