Cadence and Craig Abbot Creative Photography
Lust and love by a fine line divided
“Lust and love by a fine line divided”
It was with a decidedly sweet bitterness that Veronica handled the piles of wealth that lay about her. It was all hers, all of it, and now that she had it, she found herself for the first time pondering at what its price would ultimately be?
For It had suddenly, icily, intruded upon her happy thoughts, a few lines from of one of the Sonnets Michael had read to her, one of his favorites. Within its verse, told the story of a haunted soul whose actions betrayed her conscience to the point of relentless misery….
“Lust and love by a fine line divided,
Upon which her souls’ destiny is ultimately decided,
A path like a daggers edge soon cutting,
Gambling that happiness is something binding… ”
She shook her head in a failed attempt to regain her happy thoughts; even the necklace she was now holding had suddenly lost its allure…
Veronica, knowing her window of opportunity was shrinking rapidly, was now for the first time in the heady previous few months, trying to rationalize her actions. A very crooked path was chosen, that had led to her attempting the theft of this climatic treasure trove ….
It had been her love for the impoverished underdog poet Michael that had led her to use her talents as an actress to try being ‘Discovered”. To make enough money to support them for the rest of their lives.
It had been an uphill struggle, one she was not finding fortune from...
It had been her lust to make that dream become a reality that had made her lure the attention of Hugh, a wealthy, and arrogantly vain man who collected mistress’s like some men collect fast automobiles, and tossed them aside just as quickly as one would discard the chewed end of a cigar. Which is pretty much how his conquests felt afterward, Chewed up, burnt, and spit out...
It had been Hugh’s so-called love for his high-born wife (love for her money more likely) that compelled him to keep his line of the mistress’s a secret. For it was his passionate lust for sexual conquests that compelled him to use his considerable wealth to achieving his erotic dreams.
So Veronica had sold her soul to this devil, playing Hugh’s game, all the while planning on how she could achieve her dreams by planning a game of her own.
She should receive an BAFTA for her performance of the mousy, scatterbrained petitely pretty, and oversexed country girl.
She had patterned her act after Carole Lombard’s character from ‘My Man Godfrey’. Veronica had even dyed her hair blonde and wore blue-tinted contacts. Telling Michael she was going it for a role, not entirely a lie.
The fruition of that game had led to this evening.
Hugh’s high-brow wife was out of town visiting her sister. Veronica was supposed to be waiting at her apartment to be picked up by Hugh to go to his summer cottage on the lake for the weekend.
Veronica’s easily fawning best friend Becky, who had not questioned why had intercepted Hugh at his club and had managed to cajole him into buying her a drink.
Becky had let Veronica know she had been successful and was obediently occupying Hugh for the next 3 hours, also that the turd had asked her out the following weekend. Veronica read into this the fact that she was soon going to be replaced. Tonight would be her only chance.
Becky had given Veronica a 3-hour window of opportunity needed to loot the safe located inside the master bedroom Hugh shared with his wife.
The room having a secret outside the entrance to which Veronica had managed to have a copy of the key made.
Veronica would then take her loot, consisting of money and jewels, and hide it in her apartment and then, with feigned innocence, wait there for Hugh to make his tardy appearance.
It had all gone so perfectly...
So why was she now, of all times, having second thoughts!
What was she going to do?
She again shook her head and rising, watching the house cats scurry off, began to collect the bags which held their future.
A future of easy living, a future with the love of her life...
But then it came back, the words… and she froze as they whispered in her mind, hauntingly with Michaels innocent voice:
“Lust and love by a fine line divided,
Upon which her souls’ destiny is ultimately decided,
A path like a daggers edge soon cutting,
Gambling that happiness is something binding… ”
Lust and love by a fine line divided
“Lust and love by a fine line divided”
It was with a decidedly sweet bitterness that Veronica handled the piles of wealth that lay about her. It was all hers, all of it, and now that she had it, she found herself for the first time pondering at what its price would ultimately be?
For It had suddenly, icily, intruded upon her happy thoughts, a few lines from of one of the Sonnets Michael had read to her, one of his favorites. Within its verse, told the story of a haunted soul whose actions betrayed her conscience to the point of relentless misery….
“Lust and love by a fine line divided,
Upon which her souls’ destiny is ultimately decided,
A path like a daggers edge soon cutting,
Gambling that happiness is something binding… ”
She shook her head in a failed attempt to regain her happy thoughts; even the necklace she was now holding had suddenly lost its allure…
Veronica, knowing her window of opportunity was shrinking rapidly, was now for the first time in the heady previous few months, trying to rationalize her actions. A very crooked path was chosen, that had led to her attempting the theft of this climatic treasure trove ….
It had been her love for the impoverished underdog poet Michael that had led her to use her talents as an actress to try being ‘Discovered”. To make enough money to support them for the rest of their lives.
It had been an uphill struggle, one she was not finding fortune from...
It had been her lust to make that dream become a reality that had made her lure the attention of Hugh, a wealthy, and arrogantly vain man who collected mistress’s like some men collect fast automobiles, and tossed them aside just as quickly as one would discard the chewed end of a cigar. Which is pretty much how his conquests felt afterward, Chewed up, burnt, and spit out...
It had been Hugh’s so-called love for his high-born wife (love for her money more likely) that compelled him to keep his line of the mistress’s a secret. For it was his passionate lust for sexual conquests that compelled him to use his considerable wealth to achieving his erotic dreams.
So Veronica had sold her soul to this devil, playing Hugh’s game, all the while planning on how she could achieve her dreams by planning a game of her own.
She should receive an BAFTA for her performance of the mousy, scatterbrained petitely pretty, and oversexed country girl.
She had patterned her act after Carole Lombard’s character from ‘My Man Godfrey’. Veronica had even dyed her hair blonde and wore blue-tinted contacts. Telling Michael she was going it for a role, not entirely a lie.
The fruition of that game had led to this evening.
Hugh’s high-brow wife was out of town visiting her sister. Veronica was supposed to be waiting at her apartment to be picked up by Hugh to go to his summer cottage on the lake for the weekend.
Veronica’s easily fawning best friend Becky, who had not questioned why had intercepted Hugh at his club and had managed to cajole him into buying her a drink.
Becky had let Veronica know she had been successful and was obediently occupying Hugh for the next 3 hours, also that the turd had asked her out the following weekend. Veronica read into this the fact that she was soon going to be replaced. Tonight would be her only chance.
Becky had given Veronica a 3-hour window of opportunity needed to loot the safe located inside the master bedroom Hugh shared with his wife.
The room having a secret outside the entrance to which Veronica had managed to have a copy of the key made.
Veronica would then take her loot, consisting of money and jewels, and hide it in her apartment and then, with feigned innocence, wait there for Hugh to make his tardy appearance.
It had all gone so perfectly...
So why was she now, of all times, having second thoughts!
What was she going to do?
She again shook her head and rising, watching the house cats scurry off, began to collect the bags which held their future.
A future of easy living, a future with the love of her life...
But then it came back, the words… and she froze as they whispered in her mind, hauntingly with Michaels innocent voice:
“Lust and love by a fine line divided,
Upon which her souls’ destiny is ultimately decided,
A path like a daggers edge soon cutting,
Gambling that happiness is something binding… ”