For those who have read The Scarlet Letter this might be a little interesting. This is an addition to that book, like what happened to Pearl when the story stopped. If you haven’t read the book, it probably wont seem like much,but you can always judged my writing skills. lol.
Nathaniel Hawthorne set he pen down beside the paper on which he was writing on. Closing his eyes and relaxing back in his chair, he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Staring at the back of his eyelids for a moment, his mind wandered from the events in the story and the now. He picked up the manuscript and looked at it as if it held secrets that it would not reveal, not even to him, the creator. Brows furrowed in concentration, he didn’t notice the woman-that came up the stairs that sounded off such a racket-until he heard the knock on the door. At the swift rap he jerked his head over his shoulder quickly, and then called, “Come in!” the door opened to a woman in her mid thirties with lush dark hair, almost black. Her skin was smooth without flaw, not overweight and not over skinny. She wore a beautiful maids dress crafted by her own hand, one that was beautiful as it was purposeful. However, the most astounding aspect of this woman was the scarlet letter A on her breast. Nathaniel smiled faintly at the thought of the A, and their confrontation at the beginning. She had come up to him with that same red letter on her chest and had asked for a job at the custom house. He pointed at the scarlet letter and said,
“Nay, not with that on thine chest. I’ll never have anyone staying here if rumor gets out I’m harboring an adulteress.” And the woman had replied to him,
“It is not for any act I have committed that I wear this badge.” The woman’s eyes seemed dark and full with secrets, looking into his soul. “It is for my mother.” A most queer woman, but he gave her a job for a short period. She worked exceedingly hard in all that he assigned her. She had the front room clean and habitable in 3 days, a feat He had not thought possible in its abused condition. She came to bring him breakfast and dinner, a full meal well appreciated. Nathaniel’s work consumed him, giving him no extra time. He had lived like a hermit for that past few weeks, weeks that turned into months. He rarely saw anybody during the day and less during the night, but the woman never forgot him, and continued to bring him meals. She was intelligent, understanding, and able, qualities of women not usually accepted by men. Nathaniel knew better though.
The woman walked over to the desk and set the tray, laden with food, gently on the desk.
“Is there anything thou shalt need in the future?” the woman asked. She has never failed to say these lines for all the times she had brought meals to his desk.
“nay, I shalt not be needing anything thanks to you” the woman’s eyes looked at him sharply. She then turned to the door, and as she walked out she said, “I’ll be back soon with a blanket and more candles” Nathaniel chuckled to himself. Many didn’t understand his lenient attitude toward the maid. He knew however, that she was capable of much more then what was thought of her. Probably her upbringing, he though. Yes that would be it. He gazed out the dirty window to his left and said aloud her name, as if to test it upon his tongue. “Pearl.” He scratched his chin and bent his head once again to his work.