Hump Day Kick Start – for your muse, a writing picture prompt, or just a visual treat.
‘Tis the season for cocktails. Or maybe contemplation. What do you suppose she might be contemplating? How to spend the rest of his money? How to make it through the holidays without committing murder? Could she be celebrating the closure of a lucrative business transaction? Or the end of a relationship? Maybe she’s waiting for the arrival of a secret Santa.
What’s your take? Tell me a tale or caption the pic. I’d love to hear from you.
MUSETRACKS 
“Susan!” screeched her bespeckled aunt, “What on earth are you doing out here in the living room without the rest of your clothes?”
“I’m covered, Auntie… for the most part,” replied Susan.
“I hardly think garters and black stockings are adequate coverage,” countered her aunt. “What are you doing out here anyway? Don’t you know there’s a cocktail party in the grand hall tonight?”
“I do, indeed.”
“Then, go upstairs and get dressed. Then come down and join the rest of us who thought ahead about clothing.”
“I may, Auntie,” replied Susan. “I may. But first I’m waiting to see if Jeraldo gets my note.”
“What note?”
“Oh, I had one of the servers slip him a little note. That’s all.”
“So what could possibly be on this note that has anything to do with where you are and what you’re wearing?”
“Well, it’s a long story, Auntie. Suffice it to say that I invited him into this drawing room for a private cocktail party.”
“What if your Jeraldo character takes one look and runs the other direction? He’s married, isn’t he?”
“Oh, he’s been to the altar, but he’s not married at the moment.”
“So what’s your plan?”
“I figure Jeraldo will come in, see the cocktail I’m so casually holding out for him… and when he gets close enough to reach it, I’ll trip him.”
“That sounds like a lot of work. Not to mention a possible injury.”
“Ah, but that’s only the beginning. Once he’s down on the floor…”
“Never mind, Susan. I don’t want to hear any more.”
“But you’re missing the best part. Once he’s on the floor, I fully intend to stab him in the heart.”
The aunt gasped. “What on earth for?”
“Why not?”
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Hmmm….Susan is a bit jaded. A real Grinch. Haha! Love it, Jeff! Dark, just the way I like it.
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