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TITLE: The Pearl of (Extremely) Great Price | Previous Challenge Entry
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Thoroughly depressed; too broke (again) to go clothes shopping. Sauntered past favourite jewellers and saw the most divine necklace in the window, with the most delicate chain and creamiest pearl ever. So pure, so perfect; so mesmerising against its stand of navy velvet... how it would just complete every outfit I own...
Grouchy Assistant shattered my illusion when she informed me it’s a ‘unique designer piece’, worth every penny of its £3,000 price tag. No discounts, period. Blah! Why would I want a stupid, expensive necklace, anyway?
Still, it was to die for...
Tuesday:
Couldn’t stop thinking about the heavenly necklace. Another look wouldn’t hurt, surely...
Wednesday:
Dreamt I owned the gorgeous necklace all night. Woke up, disappointed in my mundane life; dead-end job, scruffy house... Wished I’d married a multimillionaire – instead of being constantly broke, I could’ve had the best of everything, and my necklace.
Found excuse for another (three) strolls past the jewellers to savour its gorgeousness (how sad I’ll never own it).
Thursday:
OH bought me cheap pseudo sapphire earrings for wedding anniversary today because apparently, I talk about jewellery non-stop in my sleep. But they can’t compare to my beautiful pearl necklace. Annoyed he can’t tell the difference between a necklace and pair of earrings!
Gazed longingly at necklace again. Felt better, then worse; no miraculous improvement in finances. Considering loan or credit card.
Housework neglected for fourth consecutive day. Oh well.
Friday:
Life stinks. Because OH won’t get a decent job, I miss out on my pearl necklace! Then he has the gall to ask why I’m acting like he and the kids aren’t good enough for me? Some people just don’t get it!
Didn’t tell him about necklace; I like having a little secret that’s all mine. Anyway, he’d never understand what it means to me. Annoyed that due to being lumbered with kids all weekend, I can’t see it again until Monday.
Saturday:
Woke up, hyperventilating. What if someone else buys my beautiful necklace this weekend?
Sunday:
It’s a sign! Today’s Scripture was none other than “The Pearl of Great Price!” Even the Lord is calling me to buy it. What further proof do I need?
Monday:
Emptying savings account was like getting past Cerberus. Worth it, though, for the jealous look Grouchy Assistant shot at me as she slammed the boxed necklace into my hand. Mine! All mine! Shame I only had £3,000 to spend. All my outfits look shabby against such sophisticated perfection...
Mustn’t tell OH before having a good, convincing story.
Tuesday:
OH asked if I’ve worn his (cheap) earrings yet. Made clever excuses.
Considered requesting matching earrings (£1,000) for my birthday.
Wednesday:
Now panicking. A letter confirming cash withdrawal will land on our doormat, addressed to both of us!
Solution - intercept and hide all bank correspondence!
Thursday:
OH caught me sleeping by front door. Lied that I was going to surprise him with breakfast, until he ruined it.
Mustn’t mention the mail...
Friday:
Same thing happened this morning; OH suspicious. Need a new cover story.
Nearly had heart failure when OH put something in drawer containing necklace. Screamed at him for snooping. How dare he! OH just mumbled something about tidying up my own stuff next time, before kids trash it. Pah!
Son came home from school, excitedly brandishing a letter: “Year Six adventure week... blah, blah... price £250... blah, blah... to secure place, pay by Friday...” Then OH suggested using some of our savings...
Saturday:
Woke up in cold sweats (by front door) after dreadful nightmare, in which the necklace’s chain became a noose round my neck and the pearl, a lump of metal. All I could see reflecting in it was my guilt and stupidity.
No post tomorrow. Phew!
Sunday:
OH found necklace; he’s devastated and suspects affair.
In a way, he’s right.
Reread “Pearl of Great Price” story. How could I misread a red flag for a green light? That lousy necklace is costing me way more than £3,000...
Monday:
Returned necklace. Grouchy Assistant is welcome to it!
OH now speaking to me again.
Neglected housework started; school trip form sorted. Excellent.
Found the earrings OH gave me, along with a note I missed whilst obsessing over necklace:
“Sorry they’re not much, but they’re the best I can do. Love you xx”
Their colours are sublime, innumerable textures to explore and how they reflect the light! No new outfits necessary; my eyes and skin tone naturally compliment their deepest blue. They are truly perfect.
Author’s Notes:
OH: diary abbreviation for other half
The story of The Pearl of Great Price can be found in Matt 13:45-46 NKJV.
This story is entirely fictitious.
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Well done.
God bless~
Also please don't check the bank statements. Your necklace will arive via amazon next week :)
I couldn't figure out what OH stood for until the very end with your explanation. Would it have been better to put it in parentheses at the very beginning?
Great job! I loved it. Blessings, LaVonne
It was fast moving and down to earth at the same time! great job!!!!!
You are quite talented!
Well done!
God bless~