In “Miss Brill” by Katherine Mansfield is a short story about a lonely lady. On this lovely brisk day Miss Brill has chosen her fur wrap to accompany her on the outing to the park. Miss Brill is going on her way to listen to the local band. She is excited about venturing out with her somewhat tattered fur pelt. She has made it a habit of sorts, therefore a ritual, going to the local park to enjoy her lovely Sunday afternoon.
Miss Brill is attached to the old, worn and ragged fur. When she took the fur from its confinement, she could tell it was old and in need of tender care. She realizes she has neglected it for some time now. She strokes the “dear little thing”, and it looks up at her as if to say “What has been happening to me?” She has not realized though that it is not the fur talking, but it is her inner self talking. Miss Brill has been living in a fantasy world for some time, she is in search of companionship and a sense of belonging. She wants to be a part of the community, therefore to have purpose, friendships and interactions. She speaks to her playful little fur as though it is a living creature with a personality, such as when she calls the fur “…Little rogue!” and that it was biting its tail behind her ear. When in reality the fur is an old, dead and withered carcass.
She is living her life through others who visit the park, the mother and young daughter that come the same time each week to feed the pigeons, and the somewhat fragile gentleman that holds the basket of bread for them. Miss Brill eavesdrops on their conversations about the band such as imagining how grand the band is and she wonders into a fictional world.
A world she describes as a play, which she is an actress. Although, Miss Brill is having a wonderful and magnificent time performing on her make believe stage, she is jolted back into reality. For two young people have arrived as if to be characters in her play, but her ...