Happy Monday! I hope you had a good few days off and are ready for an admittedly short week. Our fridge and freezer are filled and ready for marathon cooking. But for now, we have a normal day. So lets kick it off with a writing prompt. Timers at the ready and off we go.
I thought I knew where I was going and then I decided that instead of revenge I was going to go for murder. I will definitely be sitting down with this over lunch to jot down some notes.
Monday, November 25th: It was a lesson he would not soon forget.
It was a lesson he would soon not forget. He stood out on the sidewalk. Light and laughter spilled from the windows. His thoughts made the laughter sound mocking but he knew better. While there would be some chortles of amusement, over all they didn’t think of what they did as anything out of the ordinary. It was just the way things were.
They were born to wealth and privilege. They would inherit enough wealth that they would never have to think of working. The companies their parents or grandparents built would be run by boards of directors and they would simply get older and find new ways of occupying themselves.
If it weren’t for the sting, Ben would feel some dark amusement. He was looked down on by this group because he was not born to wealth. Yet their inherited wealth was at best one to two generations. Their parents and grandparents worked for what they had. They were not born to wealth either.
He thought about going in, knowing he was expected and knowing that if he didn’t put in an appearance he would be accused of sulking or being a bad sport. After all they all knew what had happened. He asked Helena to marry him. She laughed as she turned him down. They had been dating over a year but she called it just good fun. Less than an hour later, she was dancing with Owen. Going home with Owen and telling their entire social set that he was history.
He loved Helena and thought she loved him. The things she said when she turned him down stung. He realized though that he wasn’t crushed. Sharron in highschool had crushed him far more thoroughly than Helena.
He wasn’t sure what that said about him.
It did make him start to reconsider a few things. Attending this party for one. Did it really matter if they thought he was slinking away? He stared at the door. Earlier he ran scinarios thought his head and realized that if he attended then he would preserve the ties.
Now standing on the street he realized that there were no ties he felt worth keeping.
‘I would do better to make connections with their parents or whoever actually runs the companies.’ Ben had tried to blend here because they were of his age. He thought it would be good to make friends with his peers. ‘But they aren’t,’ he thought. ‘Not really.’
It was time to make new ties. If they were more business and less social, then so be it. Ben turned away and walked down the street. He Got into his car and pulled away from the curb. The street was quiet except for the noise coming from the party. Even that was muffled due to good insulation. There was one other car on the block. It was a blue Ford Fusion. He frowned as he passed, his eyes automatically taking in the license plate.
He had been in the neighborhood many times. The car was unfamiliar. There was no one in the car that he could see so he thought they might be attending the party. Still the car bothered him. When he reached a stop light he waited and made a note of the plate and the details in his phone before the light changed to green and let him continue on.
Ten til Midnight 