Below is a story I wrote a while back. I do not know what to do with it, so I toss it out for the enjoyment or rejection of anyone willing to take the plunge. This is not me!
By Thomas Harrington
William Adler had not expected to find love at the age of 50. After 25 years of marriage, his recent divorce had hit him hard. The decree itself had been more like an antidote: it had ended painful strife. Sadly, it could not cure ensuing lonesomeness or moments of self-loathing, brought on by feelings of inadequacy. After all, he had failed to hold a family together. The worst was that his children had sided with their mother. Court-ordered visitation rights meant little, if estranged children balked at seeing a parent. Alone, he imagined a future of risky trysts with prostitutes in distant cities or, worse, furtive one-night stands with equally desperate women of a certain age. His job became his refuge.
Jennifer Vogel entered his life on a day when he struggled to conceal depression from colleagues. He felt certain that his secretary judged his mood correctly, but she had always been empathetic and discreet. She might suspect that he was finally suffering from the long-awaited midlife crisis people talk about. Reluctantly, he agreed to her suggestion to meet a newly hired communications manager in the women’s division of the clothing company that he managed. She handed him a CV and reminded him that he frequently preached the importance of communication to customers and had approved the budget for this additional headcount. When she announced the visitor, the young woman’s stunning beauty and lively personality surprised him. He forced himself to smile, asked polite questions about her background, mouthed platitudes about the company and his goals, and wished her well. After the young woman left, he tried to recall of whom she reminded him, which led to strange thoughts about reincarnation. He shook his head and decided that, despite strange thoughts, meeting this young woman had brightened his day and lessened his depression.
This could be the shortest story ever written; it's more of a micro story. This about the life of a young girl, from her first attracting the wrong man, through a premature marriage, to finally being driven to murder him. Someone clever could write a country song about this girl’s fateful ride. Although the song did not inspire this dodgy stab at creativity, anyone familiar with the Dixie Chicks’ might recognize a vaguely similar tale in Goodbye Earl.
Getting her own way...
Nb. It takes some imagination to give color to each line. Sorry, but this blog is supposed to be more challenging than daytime television.
Prior to writing novels, the author enjoyed a multifaceted career: from decorated combat aviator to advertising professional to global communications director of a major consumer brand. He has traveled the world and met sports, film and television stars, political leaders, and royalty. He graduated from Middlebury College, is married, lives in Germany, and has two grown children.