A Streetcar Named Desire: A Short Story

It is late afternoon and a bright sunset paints the sky a deep orange. Candle light streams through the windows of a quaint two storey home standing at the end of a long street where the street sign Bourbon Road is visible. The boards on the house are faded and parts have chipped white paint flaking away. Brick pillars sit out the front of the home, with blocks missing and crumbling away. It resembles the Kowalski and Hubbel’s abode but has a slightly upper class ambiance. The sound of the two Streetcars and the shouts of men strolling home to their wives can be heard. The downstairs of the home has a dark hard wood floor. Past the kitchen is a small bedroom with white walls and a wrought iron bed stacked with layers of pillows. Adjacent is

He comes and tells me that my sweet, beautiful Blanche isn’t what she says she is. I asked him what he meant by that, but all he did was laugh in my face and return to work. So, I had to track ‘im down after the day was done and confront him about Blanche. He claims that she’s been a loose woman back in Laurel, in some hotel called the Flamingo! I don’t think I can believe it though, she’s so young and innocent. What do you think I should do Mamma?
MRS MITCHELL: Can Stanley be trusted? How do you know if he’s telling the truth? How did he find it out? [MRS MITCHELL pauses as if thinking hard.] Mind you, if it is true, you shouldn’t be with such a woman! [MITCH stiffens and moves slightly further away from MRS MITCHELL]
MITCH: He said that he met a man named Shaw who saw her in the hotel. [MITCH shakes his head slowly. He shuts his eyes for a few seconds, and inhales deeply as if he’s feeling ill.] But I think I’m in love with Blanche. She is so gentle, young and beautiful and I fear that I may never find anyone who will complete me like she does. [MITCH’s voice gets louder.] I’m not getting younger, I want you to get to meet my

I refuse to believe that she would defile herself as a loose woman. She has much more class than that.
MRS MITCHELL [shortly]: Now Harold, listen to yourself, you’re ravin’ like a mad fool. You have to understand that there is no room in this family for a girl like her. Forget her, Harold.
MITCH [voice is louder than before. He begins to ring his hands in his lap]: I am ravin’ like a mad fool because this is drivin’ me mad, Mamma. All I have ever wanted is to marry a pure woman and to make you proud. I can’t imagine a life with someone who hasn’t been faithful and clean. But, I so badly want that woman to be Blanche and if she did what Stanley said she did – oh! I can’t stand it. How could she be a call-girl? She seems perfect!
[MITCH stands up in such a hurry that he knocks the chair out from under him. The sound of it hitting the floor echoes around the halls. His face is flushed and his fists are clenched by his sides. His hair has lost all sense of style and he has begun to look quite weary. MRS MITCHELL’s mouth forms an o shape in surprise and she jumps slightly in her