Hello Urban Women,
Some bedtime reading for y'all-share this story with all of your G.Fs! You are going to laugh, cry, and basically you will be a better person for reading this mesmorizing tale.
Once upon a time there was a gorgeous woman who lived right in the city centre.
She took part in all of the urban trends and people recognized her whether she was strutting her stuff uptown, downtown, or midtown. Her name was Arlene and she was a fair beauty.
One day a jealous competitor tripped Arlene right on the blvd!
This was devastational because Arlene was wearing 6 inch stiletto heels and a dog collar.
She fell to the concrete and realised her heel had snapped off and her face was covered with contusions and had gravel bits stuck all over her open wounds. To make matters worse she had just had a microderm abrasian treatment-all for nothing!
Arlene was too stunned to chase after the assailant, so she hobbled to the closest pay phone booth and paged her personal assistant who immediately sent her a Western Union Money Order to hire a private detective. Arlene hobbled home and treated herself to a dozen mocha licker treats. She had to spend the rest of the week in bed which totally cramped her Urban style. How could she continue to be the trend setter she was if people weren't seeing her at her local haunts? How could she blog when her eyes were swollen shut with shards of gravel?
To her delight, the private detective finally arrived at her doorstep to get the details on the assailant. He happened to be a total stud (5'3", dark curly shoulder-length hair, shiny finger nails, and gold capped teeth). She was so horrified that her face had not healed-her reputation was at stake! So she hid behind her eye patch and mock turtleneck style bathrobe. The P.I. claimed that he would do everything within his power to bring justice for Arlene.
After a day or two of investigation the P.I. was unable to come up with any suspects, he went back to the scene of the crime and found nothing. He reported daily to Arlene on his findings and as time went on she got more and more disheartened.
One day the P.I. arrived at her door and asked her: "Arlene, why is your face always covered?" she replied shyly: "You may know me as a beauty, but at this moment, I look like nothing more than a suburban beast". He gently stroked her forearm and said: "If I find out who did this to you, your payment will be no more than to show me your face".
When a few more days had come and gone Arlene began to lose hope completely. Her face was not healing, because she had refused to go to the doctor due to complications with the paparazzi. It wasn't until the detective paged her and asked for the details of her stiletto heels she was wearing the day of the incident. When she described the faux-wood spikes he gasped in delight.
Moments later he arrived at her doorstep with her broken off heel in his hand. He explained that he had found it wedged in between a crack in the sidewalk. They both realised the culprit had planted it there to make it appear as though Arlene had an unfortunate 'accident' (a most horrifying word in the Urban lexicon). Nonetheless, Arlene agreed to take off her eyepatch and robe to reveal her face as payment for his services.
When she did, the detective's face lit up. All of the bits of gravel implanted in her face had turned to rhinestones. She was sparkling and more beautiful than ever.
Arlene and the private detective ended up going into a Feng Shui Consultation/Home Waxing Kit business together.
Hope you enjoyed this inspirational tale. It is one of many stories I have written and am collecting to bind into a limited edition special print adult Urban fairytale volume.
Until next time,
Urban Woman, PhD in making creative memories