It was warm and rather pleasant evening. Except that won't do at all.
Nothing of any significance ever happens on a warm and rather pleasant evening. My story must begin with a sense of foreboding, perhaps a little foreshadowing as well. A suspected affair is not something to be trifled at, and images of me lounging in bed with the warm, setting sun gently breathing on my face as I fretted over my predicament doesn't really work for the type of story I'm trying to create.
Perhaps it would be more appropriate if it was a dark, stormy night - but then the more observant amongst you would be keen to note that no such evening occurred during the most recent holiday break. Nevertheless, it is critical to my story that I set the right tone, so I will forgo historical accuracy this once and allow myself the benefit of a little creative licence.
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The Brief-Case Affair
ЮморOr the story of the man who went looking for adultery and came back with a lemon. When a man suspects his wife, Marjorie, of having an affair, there are only two things he can do: assume her guilt and find another wife, or go to a private investigat...
