Composition for Four Hands—Hilda Lawrence–1947-OOP
“They wheeled her chair to the big bay window in her bedroom. She’d been fed and bathed. She’d had what they called her forty winks. They said it was such a beautiful afternoon and wasn’t she lucky to have such a nice window? Then they left her.”
This is the ominous beginning to a story that builds in suspense. Unusual, that it’s not told in the first person, considering the main character is completely paralyzed. I would have probably gone with Nora Manson telling the story from her personal point of view, of her terror in the unknown and the fact that she was being targeted by someone in her own home, someone wanted to kill her.
