For Kellie Elmore’s word bank:
lazy – rain – perspective – glint – somber – trinket – static
It dawned on Muriel so suddenly that her life was a trinket, a surreal ornamental charade. Her own design, labelled Muriel. It was in the way she walked, talked and in her manicured perspectives on all matters. She couldn’t remember if she had ever constructed a well thought out opinion on anything. All she ever did was go along with status quo and worse never even noticed. She was caught in the static fabric of high society. Did she cling to it or it to her? She had no idea, it was all she’d ever known and as the rain lashed the windows of the top floor penthouse she felt somewhat sombre.
It was like the diamonds, emeralds and rubies that grew like jewelled warts on her fingers had lost their glint. They were ugly reminders of what she was… a mega rich snob who had never given a moment’s thought to anyone or anything that didn’t benefit her own interest in some way. She was the lazy darling of the social set, high flying dancing queen of all things vulgar wealth created.
Now as her husband slammed the door leaving her alone she felt her identity crumble. The burn of humiliation melting the make-up from her tightly pulled skin. Fear shuddered through her and she felt like…like she might even cry.
“No!” she yelled into the empty spaces. It was more a command than cry out in anguish.
Just as she had done all her life, Muriel responded the only way she knew how. Her sombre mood began to lift; she remembered the terms of the pre-nup, smiled and punched the number of her lawyer into her iphone. “He came with nothing and he’ll leave with nothing,” she said smiling, admiring her new acrylic nails as she waited. Muriel was also pleased to see that the glint had returned to her chunky jewelled warts.