Death came unexpectedly at 4:34 p.m. on Wednesday, June 24. Milford Grey Oberweis napped on his leather loveseat, as was his practice, on that day. He expected to greet Julia Smithers at 6:30 p.m. for dinner but, instead, he died almost two hours before the appointment. He would have let Julia know, but he was dead so he was powerless to keep her from the unpleasantness of finding his cold, limp corpse.
Julia knocked repeatedly. When she got no answer, she opened the door a crack and peered in. Nothing. So she pushed on the door and strode into the monstrous house. Julia called out with a strong voice: “Hello? Hello Is anybody home?” Of course, there was no answer as Julia walked into the living room. There, motionless on the loveseat, was the dead body of Milford Grey Oberweis. Were Julia an average woman, she would have fainted and/or called the police. But Julia Smithers wasn’t average. She was far from it. So, instead, she called Glitz Dolores.
“Glitz, I think I may have an opportunity. Can you come? Soon?”
I just saw this. And that sounds fun. I dont know why I missed seeing this, but I’ll figure it out tomorrow. It is late. I will find your post and would love to do that. I never have, but love to write. I’ll check in Wednesday -oh, it is Wednesday but only 1:00 am. So later today. I’m glad I saw this!!!! Good night.
I don’t know! Perhaps you’d like to continue the vignette by taking it another step? That might be interesting, don’t you think? We develop the story through back and forth bursts of distance-writing!
Very intriguing. What’s next?