This is the first time I've had a go at this and, despite good intentions, I've not managed to actually write anything until now. So, this will be another 'off the top of my head' job I'm afraid.
This week's gossip:Who: Molly HoldenWhat: luxury car, broken glass, knitting needles, an old brickWhere: a mansionFirst line: The picture in the catalog lied.
The picture in the catalog lied. Between stitches, Molly Holden glanced out of the window at her brand new luxury car, broken glass scattered around it. It had only been a week since she had spotted the limo advertised in her monthly read and fell in love with it. A sleek black, it had seemed to be the answer to all her problems. Finally, she would be able to leave her home secure in the knowledge that no-one could touch her ever again. The wouldn't even know that she was there in-fact.
The problem had come when she decided to test the claims. After passing the cash through the letterbox to the delivery man, Molly had slowly undone the security chain and tiptoed outside. Stealing glimpses either side, she had made her way through the twighlight to her waiting saviour. Gleaming in her private driveway, its sleak design had seemed to fulfill her every dream. But could it really change her life?
Molly had crept round to the back of the mansion, every moment seeming like an eternity. Delving amongst the rose bushes, the thorns digging into her soft skin, she had eventually found the necessary tool. By the time she had returned to the wating vehicle, night had truly fallen. Molly had picked up the brick, feeling its roughness against her fingers, balanced it carefully on her wrist, aimed and then fired. Moments later there had been a crash as her dreams had broken apart.
Back inside, she checked once more in the catalog. "Reinforced glass" it said, "indestructable". The catalog had lied! Molly returned to her knitting, the needles clattering against one another as they did their work.