| Edna (Regarding Kate Chopin’s The Awakening) Edna had nagging restlessness lodged in her bones. I imagine, though, the sand was warm under her feet. There would be temptation to resist the ocean because the sand, the sand could provide heat. Maybe before she swam out and met her death, she stretched her limbs in the sun on the beach. She knew anyways that she was done— what were two minutes, or could they be? © Jennifer LeBlanc |
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Jennifer LeBlanc is a student at Regis College, and she edits The Cherry Blossom Review and Ocean Diamond. She has been published in literary journals such as Bolts of Silk, Oak Bend Review, The Orange Room Review, and Up the Staircase. This is Jennifer's second appearance in Up the Staircase. She also appeared in the Winter 2009 issue. |