Good Morning Readers!
All this week I am using the bits and bytes that I am given to write this blog as a rehearsal space for work I am doing to improve my writing. The format this week is the 3min story (a story that can be read in 3 min) around 600 words.
One of the exercises to become a better writer is to read - read - and read some more. Just like when I was learning to become a good musician by listening to performers I wanted to sound like, I now must read works by authors who I wish to write like. It’s been my resolution to read more - now that resolution has a firm purpose. Hermann Hesse is one of my favorites. I’ll be reading Knulp all day today.
And now, Tuesday’s three minute story...
Rest In Paris...
It was cloudy and gray every single day of their honeymoon. Jack saw this as a good sign, a good omen - Harriet didn’t. But, even though she wasn’t feeling herself, she didn’t complain. Why should she? She was in love, and she was in Paris.
The newlyweds found the serene beauty of Paris’ cemeteries enchanting, and spent most of the day aimlessly wandering around them. Even with gray skies it wasn’t macabre - only another example of how this couple enjoyed the same things together. Once, while wandering around, they became separated; Jack was approached by a strikingly beautiful woman, who, in Spanish, asked him if she could see his cemetery map. She was exquisite. But, Jack only had eyes for Harriet and failed to notice how quickly she left when she saw Harriet coming up the path.
The flight home was long and tiring with Harriet uncharacteristically taking an extra few days off from work to recuperate. The trip took a lot out of her. Something wasn’t right, and after weeks of tests, their worst fears where realized, cancer. She died that winter.
Jack’s business thrived. He was ruthless with his competitors and his clients - there had been a hole ripped in his soul and he was trying to replace it with money. On the 2 year anniversary of Harriet’s death, he was disillusioned more than ever and decided to fly back to Paris in memory of his dear wife and the life they had planned to have. He needed to heal.
This time the weather was beautiful - the kind of Spring day that makes everyone come outside and bask shirtless in the newborn sun. Jack wandered, hoping for an answer- wanting for a sign. Then, in that same cemetery he saw the girl from two years ago - she approached Jack and being lonely he allowed himself to be seduced and followed her back to her apartment. Once inside everything changed. She began to rip her dress yelling “RAPE” and “HELP ME.” Instantly, what appeared to be police, burst though the door and wrestled Jack to the floor. After hand cuffing him to a chair they told him he could be looking at serving life in a French prison. “There is a way for this all to go away” the “Policeman” said, “You look like a man of means, Go to the bank, withdraw 200,000 Euro, and we could forget this whole ordeal." Of course, Jack was being conned.
Agreeing, Jack, along with an escort, walked down to the bank. “I have to call my broker in the US first." After the call the con took the phone and threw it in the river, “Last call for you.” He said. Jack went into the bank and came out with the money. The crook didn’t notice Jack bumping into a man carrying some packages. "Pardon moi," Jack said, as he helped the man with his scattered boxes.
Arriving back at the apartment, Jack handed over the cash and secretly opened a package he had kept from the encounter on the street. “I do have one message for your boss” Jack said. "And what could that possibly be monsieur?” “This”... Jack then pulled out a 9mm pistol with a silencer and shot the three men and the siren too. Execution style - dead before they hit the floor. They had picked the wrong mark. Jack was a "businessman" and even though there was still a huge hole in his heart, he felt a little bit better. The sky started to turn cloudy as he took a cab to the airport, and he smiled.
600 words exactly.
Until tomorrows class
Peace and Paris
just say yes!
meet Andy Ward King, a professional musician and artist until a diagnosis of parkinons dsease at age 49 forced him into an early retirement., he now uses his music, his art along with the whimsical world he has created in this blog as therapy to ( as he puts it ) outsmart his brain and make the daily battles with parkinson’s a little bit easier, to give him that all important reason to get up on the morning, to make his life worth living. Andy has learned how to say NO to gving up \ NO to depression and apathy \ NO to following willingly the road of decline that stretches before him. he learned that to say no to all of these things all one has to do is say yes. Andy has learned to just say YES to life/\\