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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: rain (10/17/05)

TITLE: Please Lord, Let It Rain!
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10/21/05


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“Rain, please dear Lord, let it rain! Why did I do it? Why couldn’t I just let it be? Please, dear Lord, don’t let her find out what I’ve done, at least not until it’s rained!

Sheila knew that what she did an hour ago would probably bring repercussions. She knew it in her heart but she went ahead and performed the dirty deed, hoping and praying that rain, precious rain, would wash away evidence or perhaps dull the victim’s mind, once the deed was seen.

She could only hope…She could only pray…

What anxious thought or pinprick idea made her do it? Was it jealousy of what that other person had, an object she craved in her heart for such a long time? Or, was it greed in wanting too much? Or, maybe it was just a rotten deed, born out of boredom and covetous thoughts...

She whispered to herself once again…”Just let it rain!”

Only an hour ago, around 10 at night she ventured over to her neighbor’s back yard and took what wasn’t hers. The cover of darkness gave her the opportunity. That, and knowing that her neighbor, Delores Springmaiden, retired early on week nights, her being a highly respected florist in the small town of Wakefield, Virginia and all. Yes, the secret deed should work out alright, but rain would help..Yes, a soft, gentle rain would help..

She decided that being nervous and looking out the back window every hour would solve nothing, so she went to her bedroom and prepared for bed. Her husband, John Wakefield was already in bed; he had had a long and gut-wrenching day and was happily snoring away.

After she put on her nightgown and robe, she settled in to watch some late night TV. Around one, she dropped off to sleep on the couch. Too bad she didn't see what was going on in her backyard…the very spot where she transplanted the stolen item. There was secret movement going on under the cover of darkness and with a drizzle of rain gently coming down….

Around six the next day Sheila woke up and for a few minutes forgot the foul deed she performed the night before…She made some coffee for herself and then it dawned on her what she did the night before..

Carefully and slowly, she opened her back kitchen drapes and saw something horrible and unexpected! It was Delores Springmaiden, holding the artificial plant that Shelia had placed in Delores’ very own, special flower garden and she was not smiling! With a look that would kill, she threw the plastic plant and ceramic pot hard on Shelia’s glass patio door and with a shout “You haven’t seen the last of me, dear neighbor,” she ran back to her home and this time in her return, she would bring the “wrath of God” upon Shelia!...

No one messed with her precious flower garden...no one!


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dub W10/27/05
Interesting confession, well written - leaves the reader wondering.
Phyllis Inniss 10/27/05
Delores took her revenge.