Wednesday, July 29, 2015

Mystery Woman Jane

by Rina Hachimine

     The beautiful blonde bombshell who sneaked into the party was Brenda Bradley, the cute daughter of Billy and Betty Bradley. She was slurping some icy cold coke with dark rum and swaying her hips to the beat of some loud Latin music at the    
     Miami Beach Midnight Bash where she wore a bizarre look on her face.
This was because some other smart sexy woman appeared and whose name was Jane. In spite of Jane's successful practice of medicine, she was wearing self-degrading tight pink shorts and a cropped tee shirt with a pair of very high heels. Moreover in her hair were lovely florescent pink flowers made from imported Chinese plastic. That style made her look like a new major fashion phenomenon to excite the style-conscious crowd in Miami. Billy was awesome too, like a really old dude romancing a young woman.
     The great beauty of her smart fashion was a new beginning for her career as a doctor who pretended, like an especially hunky little movie-star and as Brenda looked on, she could not help but feel extreme envy.
     After her job interview, Jane said, “I’m making a pretty penny!” and saved her money to buy new leather shoes for her dad and her new boyfriend. They were expensive and made in Italy.
     After today’s sunset, Jane imagined living the life of a famous super model, but at half-past 7:00A.M., she was happily married and later went to the supermarket, thinking about tomorrow'sdinner while humming a sad melody. She felt conflicted by the sudden marriage and her desire to be a model. 
     Many months later on a holiday in upstate New York while hiking the mountains and climbing the tallest tree in the forest with her new family of young squirrels, she expressed some hope to herself for a new future.
     One day after her return from holiday, she went to lunch with her friends and met a cool young man who talked happily and made her dream about a new life with him in a far off land hidden away in high mountains. 

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