gaylebeveridge
It was in her clasp, th one whe wore around her neck, that her father had bequeathed her. It was nothing more to her than a sentimental piece of jewellery. To him it was a future of plenty, freedom from the drudgeries of ordinary life and it would be his if only he could get that clasp from her. He would have to woo her, to win her over and that disgusting proposition was tempered only by the thought of riches, riches he would steal from her.
"Be careful or you'll electrocute yourself."
"I know what I;m doing," he said and he waved his arms to the side to balance as the chair he was standing on started to slip on the table he he sat it on. He hadn't thought about changing globes when they'd bought a house with 15 foot ceilings.And he should really have turned the power off because the globe was hanging precariously from a frayed cord.
"What the hell!"
What was he doing on the floor. Why did his back hurt so much? Why was head head throbbing and where was that damn globe?
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