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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