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This is day 4 of the July 2012 Ultimate Blog Challenge! This was a writing challenge….it’s cliche that suspense and mystery novels begin with this one phrase that was coined by the novelist Edward Bulwer-Lytton at the beginning of his 1830 novel, “Paul Clifford”. The challenge was to put our own spin on how such a story would unfold; not much to work with right? but that’s what made it so much fun to do! Since this is a challenge, I would love to challenge those who want to become better writers (like me) to give it a try and see what you come up with:
It was a dark and stormy night. Which was just as well, because then you couldn’t see the tears rolling down Janelle’s face as she sat in the car contemplating what her next move would be. The mansion was dark and foreboding and she knew once she stepped inside she would have to acknowledge everything that she had tried to ignore for the past few months.
It was a strange situation that she found herself in. After years of being the dutiful homemaker for the man who swore that he loved her more than breathing or at the very least his Majesty Prestigio golf clubs, she realized that she had to give up the fantasy that she once called her healthy marriage.
Steve was embarrassingly handsome and had more money than God, yet, he fell in love with her (or so he said) and had her convinced that she was THE one. Common sense failed her in a way that was cruel, why didn’t she question that whatever seems to be too good to be true probably isn’t. Why was she so willing to ignore how close he and her best friend had gotten? Since Beth had been the one to introduce them, why would she suspect their recent suspicious behavior?
For the past two months, their phone conversations were always abruptly ended by “Is Steve there? Do you mind putting him on the phone?” She even rationalized that there was a good explanation for when nosey Mrs. Carter happened to see the two of them in Ruth Chris’ the other Thursday night. Really? Is it a crime for two good friends to have dinner together?
Maybe not.. ….. Because when she found a note in Beth’s handwriting that was hidden in between the leather seats of his late model SLR McLaren that read: “Diamonds are a girl’s best friend!”, she had to face up to reality or risk losing the love of her life.
It was too late. His text was short and to the point. “Please come home now. We have to talk.” She had managed to drive the short distance with her wits about her until she noticed hidden ever so slightly in the rear of the estate, Beth’s car. She began to shake violently as she cursed the day she met either of them. She knew what was coming but she couldn’t summon her leaden feet to step out of the car.
She opened the door and wiped away the vestiges of her tears and headed toward the front door. The lights were off and there was a palpable silence. Did they want her to catch them in the act? Would that it make it easier? For her? For them? She took a deep breath and stepped inside and flicked on the lights.
“SURPRISE!!!!!!!” She was stunned….just like a deer in headlights after walking in from the dark and dampness of the night. “HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!!” everyone screamed. She surveyed the room and noticed her parents, siblings, friends, everyone she knew and loved was there….including Beth who had the widest smile painted on her face. Steve walked up to her, “Happy 10th anniversary, Darling”. “We made it!”. After planting a wet, passionate kiss on her, he took a large pale blue box from Beth’s hands and said: “Open it!”
Inside was probably the most beautiful piece of custom made jewelry that she had ever seen. There were 10 argyle pink (her favorite color) diamonds encrusted in a beautiful lariat necklace. “Thank you for giving me ten wonderful years of married bliss. I wanted to show you how thankful and grateful I am to you for lassoing my heart. I love you, Janelle.” She hugged that husband of hers and reached for a weeping Beth’s hands and held it tight.