Daily Archives: September 4, 2010

Joanne Part 2

In my post Joanne, I began with a paragraph and invited commenters to continue the story.  It was my intention to try and piece them all together and let the story flow.

Joanne was in a hurry to get married.

It was her dream since she was about ten years old.  She had spent her days playing house and nursing her dolls.  Not wanting to stay in school a day longer than needed, she left on her sixteenth birthday.  She was fortunate to find a job in a local jewellery store not far from her home.  The baubles were a far cry from the Crown jewels, more your cheap and cheerful with plenty of bright lights to make them sparkle!

The first few weeks passed quickly in learning all the lines the store stocked and how to display them to their best advantage.  Moving baubles this way or that under the powerful overhead lights made them sparkle and dazzle the buyer.

Unfortunately, she soon found that few men came into the jewellery shop; it was patronized by women who fantasized about having the “real thing” but settled for “cheap and cheerful.”

Once she took on the duty of dressing the window, she noticed subtle changes.  She suddenly had lots of male admirers but she was never sure whether their interest was genuine or whether they thought they could get cut-price jewellery or special prices from her.

She seemed destined never to meet the man of her dreams and began to regret leaving school so early, but late one foggy, misty day a young man entered the store – more to get out of the weather than a need to purchase baubles. But he took one look at Joanne and thought, I could convince this dame that I fell madly in love with her. It was a regular game he played.

He pretended to look at jewellery but really could not take his eyes off of the beautiful Joanne. He stayed as long as he dared at the counter having her show him one piece of jewellery after another. Even though he did not have a dime in his pocket (or in his bank) he could not tear himself away from her. He could tell by the look in her lovely blue eyes that she was smitten with him, too.

Was this the man of her dreams? “No, she thought, ”It couldn’t be. The man of my dreams is tall and handsome and rich.” But why, then, is my heart beating so wildly and why are my palms so moist as I brush his hand when showing him the jade bracelet?

Suddenly, the door of the Jewellery store is flung open and a policeman enters and shouts…………

“NOBODY MOVE”!

Walking slowly and deliberately to the counter the tone changed.

“This man is a suspect.  I need you to gather up every piece of jewellery that he touched and put them in a bag.  In fact, to be sure, put every item that you showed him into that bag and we will take them for forensic examination.

Nervously Joanne gathered all the items and placed them in a chamois bag before handing them to the officer.  He thanked her and walked out the door with the young man, chatting in a very friendly way.

“JOANNE!”  Came the call from Downstairs.  Her mother sounded cross.

Oh dear!  Joanne overslept again this morning.  If she didn’t get a move on she would be late for school again today!