I just finished up with Huxley’s Brave New World. After reading the ending,
I wanted to task myself with writing a hanging scene. Bellow is the aforementioned task.
It hit her like a ton of bricks. Sitting in front of her the entire time was the answer to all of her problems. So simple was the solution, so innately obvious yet shrouded by so much dread and fear. She would merely take the washing line wire from the kitchen cupboard; tie one end to the upstairs banister and the other end to her neck. One step, two minutes and it was all over.
She hit the ground with a disastrous thud, so much so she let out a scream that alerted the neighbours to her distress. They promptly arrived. She tried explaining that she had fallen. The truth was painfully obvious, her was neck still bleeding from the initial fall, the rope swaying and the snapped and bloodied cord on the floor. It did not take long for the ambulance to arrive.
Maggie laughed hysterically on the way to the hospital. She had felt a failure her entire life and even in death, she was unable to succeed. Remembering an old phrase she quietened down and smiled to herself.
‘If at first you don’t succeed, try, try again!’