Today is such a shiny day, even sunlit shines on my face. There are two men wearing formal black trouser; a vest; and tailcoats, which is full-dressed coat with two long skirts at the back. The colors of this black trouser became duller blacks, browns and grays. They wore leather shoes with buckles and from those neatly buttoned-up shoes it fully describes the men with detailed personality and their rigid job appearance. Moreover they are wearing a silk cravat, chamois and their collars by spinning flowers to them. Mr. Bald, the mayor and Mr. Jeff, the aldermen gives quick looks counting dollars in their hands look very irritated but they are knocking at Ms. Emily’s door softly. Unlike the weather, Ms. Emily’s house is covered with full of roses with sharp- throne ivy. The look of the house gave me a sense of thought that people no longer came even close to this lonely place. Two men who seem to desperately meet someone were waiting in front of the door after knocking the door few times. Finally, a tall and rough-skinned Negro opened the door, gazing at them for few seconds. Suddenly, there was a long silence when the door opened. Even I was covered with goose bumps from the atmosphere inside Ms. Emily’s house. It looked as if a stream of cold air was leaking out from the house.
Two men seem to be pretending to be pompous whereas I could observe them shaking hands. They were stepping in the house with soft and nervous walks as if they were a cat at the strange, fearful house. Inside the Emily’s house the dank smell has made the nose itchy, dusty, spider webs. There were many kinds of furniture in the parlor covered with cracked leather. There was no warmth of a human that has been in parlor for ages. The crystal chandelier hanging upon the ceiling was covered with the full bundle of dust as if it’s forgotten what its task of shining the room with charming brightness. I was not able to see anything even right in front of me. But when the Negro lighted up a candle, I was able to see small dusts flying in the air and we were all breathing the dirt. Everyone’s mouth was mumbling and trying to find the perfect time to speak but their eyes were too busy reading one’s countenance.
The bright candle has lead the sight of one of the traditional oil painted portrait of Miss Emily’s father and Miss Emily of herself right above the untidy fireplace. The portrait was framed at upper part of the ceiling that I had to tilt my neck to see it. Somehow Ms. Emily’s father seems to look down at others with full of ignorance even it was just a drawing. By the rough irregular brush strokes of Miss Emily’s father it has shown the full authority from his wide opened legs pose and well organized shaped bear. Face with full of wrinkles and tightly waxed hair has made him to fit in all perfectly without allowing one small mistake. Straightly faced Ms. Emily’s father was trying to make an eye contact that made others awkward. His dark eyes seem to have been truthfully honorable and full leadership of eagerness. Representatively he was wearing Maroon tailcoat and pants, vest, shirt, lace neck wrap, top hat, gloves, hanky and shoes. Every end of the cloth was straightened in angle and by the over decorated accessories it has reflected as him liking to show off to others by his appearance. Right next to Ms. Emily’s father there was Ms. Emily standing with her right hand on her father’s left sided shoulder. Ms. Emily was wearing taupe lace dress with matching sash and parasol, petticoat, hat, gloves, necklace, earrings, and shoes. Differ from her father’s mood Ms. Emily had no facial expression which seemed as a dead person just as a puppet of Ms. Emily’s father.
Two men seem to be pretending to be pompous whereas I could observe them shaking hands. They were stepping in the house with soft and nervous walks as if they were a cat at the strange, fearful house. Inside the Emily’s house the dank smell has made the nose itchy, dusty, spider webs. There were many kinds of furniture in the parlor covered with cracked leather. There was no warmth of a human that has been in parlor for ages. The crystal chandelier hanging upon the ceiling was covered with the full bundle of dust as if it’s forgotten what its task of shining the room with charming brightness. I was not able to see anything even right in front of me. But when the Negro lighted up a candle, I was able to see small dusts flying in the air and we were all breathing the dirt. Everyone’s mouth was mumbling and trying to find the perfect time to speak but their eyes were too busy reading one’s countenance.
The bright candle has lead the sight of one of the traditional oil painted portrait of Miss Emily’s father and Miss Emily of herself right above the untidy fireplace. The portrait was framed at upper part of the ceiling that I had to tilt my neck to see it. Somehow Ms. Emily’s father seems to look down at others with full of ignorance even it was just a drawing. By the rough irregular brush strokes of Miss Emily’s father it has shown the full authority from his wide opened legs pose and well organized shaped bear. Face with full of wrinkles and tightly waxed hair has made him to fit in all perfectly without allowing one small mistake. Straightly faced Ms. Emily’s father was trying to make an eye contact that made others awkward. His dark eyes seem to have been truthfully honorable and full leadership of eagerness. Representatively he was wearing Maroon tailcoat and pants, vest, shirt, lace neck wrap, top hat, gloves, hanky and shoes. Every end of the cloth was straightened in angle and by the over decorated accessories it has reflected as him liking to show off to others by his appearance. Right next to Ms. Emily’s father there was Ms. Emily standing with her right hand on her father’s left sided shoulder. Ms. Emily was wearing taupe lace dress with matching sash and parasol, petticoat, hat, gloves, necklace, earrings, and shoes. Differ from her father’s mood Ms. Emily had no facial expression which seemed as a dead person just as a puppet of Ms. Emily’s father.