November 27, 1924 – Girona, Spain
This is inconceivable. They declared
her deceased at fourteen minutes past three AM. I was asleep and
utterly oblivious about what transpired at the hospital. Jig had been
bedridden for a couple of days but no one predicted that her
condition would deteriorate so quickly. It all began shortly after
she had the abortion in Madrid. We returned home to resume our happy
lives here in Girona but she kept complaining about consistent
abdominal pain. I shrugged it off and told her it was common to be in
pain for a while after such a surgical intervention. We quarreled
about it at times when I felt her sulking quelled my ability to take
delight in our happiness. It eventually got worse; much worse. I was
left with no choice but to take her to the hospital and consult the
doctor for a professional opinion. That is when the dreary truth was
unveiled before my eyes; her bowel and intestines had been perforated
when she had the abortion, and according to the doctor's assertion,
her demise could have been prevented if we acted sooner. Now Jig's
life is over. My life is over. The unborn child never got a chance.
Her family mourn their loss and blames me. All I have left is
remorse.
The diary entry is always an effective genre to use for confession. You execute the confession very well, of course with an emphasis on the remorse emotion.
ReplyDeleteAs for being based on the Hem. story, almost all the elements are present, perhaps with the exception of the time of the setting of the original (1920s)... Good job of packing it all in there!
Thank you very much, Professor, it really please me that you like it! I kept in mind the advice you provided to my poem associated with "The Last Duchess" and I sought to make it much more apparent that the produced text was affiliated with Hemmingway's work. There are still a couple of flaws and gaps but I am getting there.
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