Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Hometowns Have Long Memories

Source: Point Pleasant, West Virginia
It was nearly three a.m. when Donna drove along the Main Street in her hometown, Grandview.  How many years had it been? She asked herself. 

Donna had been a clerk in the local drugstore, working with kindly Mr. Jameson.  Those days had been so simple, so happy.

That was when the “incident” occurred.  Ol’ Miz Grandview, the founder of the city, had staggered into the store, in obvious distress.  “I’ve been drugged, drugged, I tell you.”  Then she collapsed on the floor.

From her dead hand rolled the prescription, filled by Mr. Jameson himself.  “This is not the prescription I gave her!”  Sweat beaded on his forehead, as he remembered what he had been doing that day.

Mr. Jameson had been in the storage room that day, hidden in a scandalous  and passionate embrace with Mrs. Calhoun.  No one knew, and now what?

“SHE did it!” He pointed at Donna .  “SHE replaced the pills!”

The trial was quick and the jury could not agree to a verdict.  Donna left town, nearly forty years ago.  Mrs. Jameson finally confessed to the crime which sent her to die in the electrocution chair, frying as her husband sobbed.


What am I doing here?” Donna wondered.  She honestly did not know.

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15 comments:

  1. Now there's a plot for you. What IS she doing back in town?

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  2. That's the universal question: what am I doing here?

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  3. Gave me a slight shiver - greatly intriguing. And thank you for your encouragement, much needed.

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    1. Shivering is good when reading a book, as I have done when I read yours!

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  4. More questions than answers sometimes

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    1. Donna may have to get those questions answered.

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  5. A good reason to keep things in ones pants haha

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    1. Mr. Jameson may have been experiencing one of those mid-life crisis things.

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  6. Oh my goodness. I think Mrs Jameson poisoned the wrong woman... (or person).

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    1. Agreed...thankfully, she felt enough guilt to confess.

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  7. Wow, that was twisted and in a good way!

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  8. Love the photo - something magical about small town main street.

    Poor Donna! 40 years is a long exile.

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    1. I miss the small town main street.

      Donna--what will happen next.

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  9. It's all Mr Jameson's fault. or perhaps Mrs Calhoun's...
    I'm wondering why Donna is going back too.

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Go ahead...it won' t hurt...I'd love to hear what you think!