…after a couple of months off from writing, suddenly the bug struck again!

My new short story is in progress, with high society parties, skeletons buried deep in the closet and…oh wait, I think I’ve been watching too much ‘Revenge‘.

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“Well look who it is, it’s Lizzie Parks!” The woman squealed as she bounded towards me, precariously balancing her cigarette and martini in one hand and reaching out towards me with the other. “How you been hon?” Yelling into my ear, she pulled me towards her and kissed the air around my cheeks in greeting.

“I’m fine, thank you…” I started whilst pulling out of her embrace. My confusion must have shown on my face as she began to introduce herself to me and my companions.

“Oh where are my manners? I’m Janie Tucker, I went to school with your mom.” Taking a long swig of her drink, she leaned in towards me. “Pretty little thing she was, all blonde hair and blue eyes, had a look like butter wouldn’t melt. But she were a hellfire, always tryin to one up me in the popularity contest. Don’t matter what it was; clothes, boys, you name it, we fought over it.”

At this point she finished her martini in one chug, clicked her fingers and someone replaced it before any of us could blink. Glancing at Anthony, he looked just as impressed as I at her drink supping skills.

“How’s she doin anyway?” Jane asked as she started gulping down more of the liquid in her glass. I could feel my blood starting to heat as I thought of how to politely say what I had grown to loathe repeating in the past few months.

“She’s dead,” I started as I straightened my back and found my exit strategy. “So I think you win. Excuse me.”

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Apologies for grammatical errors, punctuation issues or general bad phrasing – I am editing whilst writing and typing it up on my TV screen.