A quote: “Be careful what you set your heart upon – for it will surely be yours.” ~~ James Baldwin
I’ll start with a story …
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In days gone by, she was obsessed by success. Deprived of her father, rejected by her stepmother, she grew up yearning to be never dependent on anyone but herself.
Maybe, she thought, she’d marry a prince. Certainly, the local one was on the hunt for a bride. Better, she thought, I’ll attend the ball and look for business partners!
She was a vision in pink.
Brokenhearted by her rejection, the prince found another true love. They were married for 60 years surrounded by children, grandchildren, even great grandchildren.
After she died, alone, her partner removed her name from the business.
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Now, it’s your turn.
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Andrew says: That dress looks old, I bet her older sister wore it last year, and her mother probably patched it up herself! Did you see the hems? She was probably wandering through the fields earlier tonight.
I see you like the older sister, but did you see the mother? And the two younger sisters are like feral animals!
Yes, she’s tolerably handsome, but I do not have it in me to stoop so low. No, Charles, there is no one here to tempt me!
Dupin says: Where was he? It’s almost time, and the whole thing is for him. She could’ve stayed on the beach for another drink.
The contentious election was over. He’d won, so she had, too. Her security detail curtailed some of her activities, but not all. One in her detail was very protective of her. She used that. He guarded her at night when her husband was away, which was often.
The sound of automatic gunfire made her look…gasp. Her husband should come that way. If he didn’t…couldn’t arrive, she’d call in favors, consolidate her power, run this country herself.
Navig8r says: Good one, Dupin!
Lewis says: When they were getting ready to retire she announced she wanted the dream house she had never had. Tommy had agreed and was involved in getting the house, letting her do the decorating. She threw herself into it, everything would be perfect. Months went by. Tommy was in and out, complimenting her on how it all was coming together. She spent every waking moment planning and executing the plan. Tommy became more scarce, but still smilingly agreed that she could spend what she wanted, do it as she liked.
Today she was coming home from the florist with the fresh flowers she insisted on having every three days. She saw Tommy walking in the town square with a lovely silver-haired lady and several kids all eating ice cream. As she passed Tommy threw his head back and laughed to the sky as the silver-haired beauty poked him in the ribs. She knew this lady, she was the egg lady, she lived in that run-down farm on the back road to town.
Navig8r says: She was naive to enter the beauty contest. With the crown came the offer that one does not refuse, to be the trophy mistress of the local drug lord. The lifestyle was as dangerous as it was obscenely luxurious. Cartel leadership changed frequently and with extreme prejudice. If he was killed outright, she might survive as a widow. If he was captured by rivals, a favorite torture was to make the victim watch his loved ones be tortured and killed before his own excruciating demise. As the sicarios crashed through the door, she knew she was not a widow.
Dupin says: Nice.
Dupin says: Nice.
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