Stimulating Saturday: But On A Monday.

I am the worst blogger ever! I realized I forgot to give you guys a Stimulating Saturday and a Symphonic Sunday this past weekend! Blogging is really hard, ya'll. I have something for you today though and I didn't really want to wait until Saturday to reveal it! 

In English class, we are doing a poetry project which is just a critical analysis of a poem. I chose "Annabel Lee" by Edgar Allan Poe. During this critique, we were asked to come up with an imaginative story about the poem where we could create any story and use any names we wanted as long as it related to the poem in some way. I literally just finished writing my imaginative story today and I am so confident in how great I think it is, that I wanted to share it with you guys. 

Before you begin, if you haven't read "Annabel Lee" by Edgar Allan Poe, go read that first. If you have, here's my imaginative story! Enjoy!

          Mr. Mason Cadwell is sitting in the most glamorous restaurant in Long Island, New York with a handful of bright red roses. The tables are candle lit and the happy chatter coming from the other guests is filling the room. He is waiting for Ms. Eden Archer’s arrival. Beads of sweat begin to fall down his forehead as he plays with the forks and knives occupying the table. This would be his first date in 10 years.

            A cab pulls up to the front of the restaurant and a blonde haired, tall legged woman steps out. Mason grabs the shiny spoon and fixes his wild, curly hair. The hostess guides Eden to the table as Mason quickly jumps out of his seat to pull out her chair. He offers her the roses and a smile spreads across Eden’s face. Mason begins to feel at ease. The two order their food and begin the date engaged in conversation.

            Dinner is served and as the night progresses, the two are sharing laughs and stories that make it seem as if they are the only ones in the restaurant. Eden, convinced that Mason is the perfect gentleman, grabs his hand. Having not felt the touch of a woman in a long time, he turns bright red and pulls away. Confused, she smiles politely and asks, “Is something the matter?” Mason embarrassingly calls for a waiter to refill his wine glass. “And how is everything going for you?” the waiter inquires as Mason looks into the spoon at his now pale face. Eden looks up at the waiter and reassures him that everything is going great. The waiter leaves and Mason’s eyes are closed and he has begun counting, “10…9…8…7…” A worried Eden reaches out for Mason’s hand again. “Are you feeling okay? Was it the food?” His eyes slowly open and meet hers. “No, the food was excellent. I just…keep seeing her face.” Now, obviously uncomfortable, Eden has begun to wonder if Mason is the same man whom just minutes ago she was sharing a laugh with. “Who?” Eden cautiously asks.       

            Just like turning on a light switch, tears started streaming down Mason’s face. He wails and wipes his face with a thick napkin as Eden’s eyes grow bigger. He begins to describe a beautiful girl, one whom he loved very dearly. He talks about how their love was made by the hands of God himself and how the angels of Heaven were brimming with envy over their adoration for one another. “The angels were so jealous of our love that they struck her ill and took her away from me!” he screams. Taken aback by the grown man crying like an infant in front of her, Eden thinks, “Clearly this man is deranged!” The other guests turn in their seats to face the screaming man as a waiter rushes to their table. ‘Sir! Please, tell me what is the matter?? You’re startling the other guests!” Mason takes a deep breath and whispers, “My Annabel. My darling, my life and my bride.”

            The onlookers are now whispering amongst each other as Eden tries to console Mason. He pushes her away and hastily stands up. Distressed, Eden sits back down and calls out for a glass of water. Never in her life as she experienced a first date like this! Mason is now looking at his watch. He quickly grabs his coat, rushes out the restaurant doors, and hails a cab. A waiter brings Eden her water and sits in the seat once occupied by the anguished man, startled by the scene he created. “What an incredibly grief stricken fellow,” Eden sighed. The waiter nods in agreement.

            Now sitting in a cab, soaked in the tears falling from his eyes, Mason stares out the window. He’s looking at the night sky but sees not one star. It’s cloudy, and even the moon is hiding from him. Inconsolable, Mason looks down at the wedding ring around his finger. The cab driver, intrigued with the strange man sitting in the back seat, asks, “Where to, boss?” Not looking up from his hands, he replies, “St. Mary’s Episcopal Cemetery.”

Until Next Time, 

Lis