Write a Book in a Day 2017

“ Oh my, that is awfully embarrassing,” she said in a pity-like tone, not help- ing the colour of Judie’s face. “I assume you would like me to keep that fact a secret, lest your reputation be ruined. Not to mention the fact that you told me about a fake daughter, making up a fake person for a fake story to hide the sadness that is your hobby. Imagine,” she wrapped her grimy arm around his shoulder, with an evil smirk, looking into his lifeless eyes, “imagine being known as the doll loving, lonely male judge. It is truly a surprising obsession, Judie. I doubt many people would react in a better way than me,” she said as she enjoyed seeing Judie’s personality being sucked out. He was left a tomato-faced, stammering dolt. Outrage soon took over his fea- tures. “Are you blackmailing me?”, as he attempted to sound confident. That did not last long however. “Just don’t tell anyone, please. It could be the downfall of my career, my reputation, my everything. You mustn’t tell any- one, I beg of you,” he pleaded to Gretchen. “Well, I suppose I could do you that favor,” she drawled, seeming accepting. “But, there would need to be a price,” she spoke. Her inner evil stepmother arose to the surface. “If you would like, I could even add in this doll to the deal.” “What do you want me to do, Gretchen?” He wishes he could control himself, but the doll, the doll Gretchen kept close by her side, was the only thing Judie wanted. Gretchen could picture him in a pink wig and a tutu, squealing and surrounded by dolls, and would not be surprised in the slightest. “You are to sabotage the race, using any means necessary, to ensure that my sweet, little great niece, Pinky, the sweet sugarbaby, wins the race and crown,” she opted, clasping her hands together, her innocent, old lady facade in place.

“And the doll?” The Judge inquired. His want for the doll increased by every passing second.

“Will be yours”, she states, tossing the disregarded pile of cloth (at least in her opinion) into his repulsive limbs.

“I will handle it then,” Judie agrees, distracted by the new specimen to his col- lection. Little did he know the debacle he would soon get into.