Roman was one of those rich, spoiled, has-everything young men who at age twenty-three lived in his mansion with a swimming pool and drove a sports car around for no reason other than to impress.
His bed was gigantic and with the push of a button the ceiling would open and expose the night sky. Enough is enough in this description; imagine a luxury and it was his.
All his wealth came from his squandering parents. Who needs an education when you’ve got money? Who needs a job when you’ve got money? Indolence was Roman’s middle name. He didn’t like his parents much. In fact, they were a bit of a nuisance at times.
The problem was that Roman was prone to boredom. On his own bat he created and built the most extravagant out door bar around his swimming pool. To be fair, it was genuinely impressive. Every type of glass, every type of bottle, every type of olive and orange zest, was on display. Such extravagance was instantly marvelled at the minute a visitor pulled into the driveway. What use are riches if they can’t be seen?
One day Roman met Yelena. She was from a rich family too, so sumptuousness wasn’t a novelty for her. She was just the right sort of woman for Roman. And he kind of liked her. He picked her up on the first date in his cacky-yellow Lamborghini. (Many rich people have no idea of class).
After three dates they were inseparable. After four dates, wonder of wonders! Roman let Yelena drive his Lamborghini. Not fast of course, but tentatively and with prudence. If she wanted speed, he would have to drive.
What excitement! Yelena drove twice around the block with Roman as a passenger. She pulled into the driveway. Roman patted her on the knee and her foot slipped. The car rushed forward at a tumultuous speed (2.9 seconds from zero to 100 kph) and smashed Roman’s personally made bar to smithereens, landing the Lamborghini in the swimming pool.
Imagine the rage! Imagine the disbelief! Imagine the cursing (no don’t)! Imagine trying to resurrect a relationship after that! But they didn’t have to try to resurrect a thing; they both drowned.
I must say the habit of killing your characters off at the slightest provocation makes for effective, if not happy, endings 😆
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Ha ha! A most enjoyable comment, thank you!
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Dear Bruce,
I concur with M. L. Kappa!
Perhaps you can write a sequel about their afterlives.
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With story number 2000 being posted tomorrow, sequels could mean a lot of work!
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Great! Those sequels will constitute another world of creative possiblities for you. . . . .
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I’d always imagined that future generations would be the ones challenged to write the sequels.
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And we all lived happily ever after!
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Sometimes I try not to think that the world has become a better place when some people have disappeared…
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Some cause happiness wherever they go; others whenever they go.
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That is most succinctly put,
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One of Oscar’s.
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Aren’t retractable roofs pretty commonplace? I know I’ve always had one.
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I don’t have one because I don’t like sleeping on my back.
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Fair.
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Gee, what a sad loss to humanity.
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It’s such a shame when ones car gets wet.
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Even a cacky yellow one.
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Yes – when the yellow car was in the swimming pool – one of the onlookers was Ringo who sang, “We all live in a yellow car”. It’s just didn’t sound right.
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A convertible would have been more prudent on Roman’s part.
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Maybe the convertible didn’t come in yellow?
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That was it…and Roman would NOT budge. Now he will never budge.
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Most pig-headed.
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That’s what he gets for skimping on the Lamborghini and not getting the amphibious assault package.
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As the story says: Many rich people have no idea of class.
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Good riddance I say. A YELOW Lamborghini? How gauche.
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Agreed! I hope the thought hasn’t ruined your lockdown.
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That was a very natural consequence of living filthily rich and bored. Having said that, the idiot should have let the girl drive the Lamborghini faster on the roads so that she could have got a hang of it. Such a tragic waste of precious alcohol.
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Ha ha! I couldn’t agree more – given the cost of booze these days.
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Well, I suppose rich idiots are still idiots.
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I agree – I’d never let a flibbertigibbet drive one of my Lamborghinis – and I’d imagine you’d feel the same.
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Oh, you are so right. Just the other day one wanted to take the Rolls out for a spin. Tut-tut!
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I didn’t realize you were the queen’s chauffeur.
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I didn’t either!
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Such a lot of destruction! The bar, the pool, the car, the passengers…It’s like a disaster movie.
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I know. Don’t you just hate it when someone crashes your Lamborghini into your pool?
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Seriously, I saw one of those the other day. It was dark blue, though, not yellow.
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Well I guess he won’t be bored any longer….
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Not the best way to be rid of boredom!
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A perfect couple!
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Yes! Some people are made for each other!
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