Another idea...

This one is something I'm actually writing on the fly right now. It's rough, but I got the idea for the story the other day, and my mind keeps going back to the idea, wanting to do more than just the base idea. I've heard that to become a better writer, one must write. So here I write, for no one but myself.

The room appears blurry to Marylin as she wearily opens her eyes, well as she attempts to open her eyes. She can feel her face starting to swell. Sighing, she thinks that so much is the pain and inconvienence of staying beautiful. She had to get that doll of a husband to pull a couple strings in order to get this plastic surgeon to do her surgery in time for her to heal before the charity ball. Doctor Johanson is the best plastic surgeon on the West coast, and almost impossible to see this time of year. But a friend of dear Husbands, was a golf partner to Doctor Johanson's gay lover or something odd like that. She didn't care, she just wanted this work done. Marylin began planning her next steps for once the swelling went down. Her appointment with her personal trainer was in a week, so that she could take off those impossible two pounds from her stomach and ass. She wanted her waist trim and her ass as firm as a 20 year old's in 3 months. She has been told that she already looked great for a 40 year old, HAH, shows them what they know, she was actually 60. She considered having Doctor Johanson doing another ass lift and lipo, but he refused, saying he couldn't possibly fit it into his schedule as well as the other proceedures. "Well, damn it! Nurse! Get me out of here! I've got an appointment in 2 hours!" The nurse in pastel pink scrubs hurrys to Marylin's bed-side. "Ms. Londin, please, just take it easy for about another 20 minutes, and ... " "Damn it, bitch, I want to my room NOW." "Yes ma'am, I'll call the doctor right away to transfer you to your room" the nurse hastily replied, as she turned and ran off to the other side of the recovery ward and hastily dialed a number.

Within an hour and a half, Marlyin was waiting in front of the posh clinic, waiting for her limo driver to pull around. As she enters the limo, she yells at the driver, "Go to the Anastasia Star Spa, NOW! My appointment is in less than an hour now, and with this damned traffic..." and her voice becomes muffled as the limo door is shut and the car speeds away. She was scheduled next to have a new treatment made from some crazy assed, slime from a sea cucumber that was only found in the tropical oceans off Brazil, combined with mango and citrus, it was supposed to do wonders for post operative swelling and make your skin as soft as a baby's. She didn't care where the hell it came from, it made her look better. She didn't care that her dear Husband was paying 10 grand for it each month. All the stars were having it and since it was the best, it was hers. Sighing she mentally goes over her schedule for today. Next, she was to go to another room here at the spa for spot laser treatments for a couple odd colored patches on her knee, then to soak in a hot mud bath to finally get some realxing time from all of these slow peons. And of course, her waxist is going to be at her house later this afternoon, to do a touch up on her bikini line. So much she does to be the perfect model wife for dear husband. Too bad, he most of the time screwed half the state except for her. Oh well she thought. "As long as he keeps her comfortable, and pays for my surgeries and treatments, I don't give a damn who he fucks." Marilyn mumbles. Once at the spa, she is placed in a room with a large table where she is covered head to toe with a slime, except for the tiny sunbathing type goggles. She lies back, and relaxes for a while. "Marilyn, it is time to go." A deep masculine voice eminates from the corner of the room. "I just got here, you crazy ass. Get the hell out of my room unless you want me to talk with the owner about your employment here." The voice responds, "I'm not an employee here, I am Death." 'Oh, please... SECURITY!!" Marilyn screams as she sits up, opens her eyes, and she realizes, her body is still on the table. The technicians won't be due back for at least half an hour. "Scream all you want, but they won't hear you", Death replied. "I-I can't be dead... I just have the rivoplast treatment to rebuild my heart tissue, two years ago, I had the treatment to reverse aging in my.. " "You didn't die of old age... but while your body may look young, your soul is old, wrinkled and sickly. It calls for me to take it away for the great rest." "Technically, your body had a deadly reaction to a chemical compound that formed between the anestheisia from your recent surgery, the material they just slimed you with, and the speed that is left over in your body from last week." "But, I have a better body than most people half my age." Marilyn protested. "It is your time. You squandered your time here only looking towards yourself and what you wanted. Meanwhile, your family is gone, you have no children, you husband is in name only and your friends only are your friends because you are in the same social circle. They hiss worse than a pit of vipers behind your back, just like you do with them when one of their backs is turned." "But, what now? Do I go to Hell? Heaven by some miracle?" "No, " Death replies, "You are to learn, rest and return. Your soul will be given another chance, but in your next life, you will not have an easy life. For all of the advantages that you had taken advantage of in this life, you will be disadvantaged in the next. But that is a step that is far away at this point. First, you learn. I shall leave for a while, and when you have learned what you need to know from this life, you will simply advance to the next step, rest. Once that period is over, I shall see you once more to guide you to return." "But now.... " Death placed a cold finger on her forhead, "Learn the consequences of your life."

The temporary end...

More to come. I want to continue on showing what she learns, which is what her "friends", family, and the people around her REALLY thought of her... the good and bad, in this case mostly bad. Then the rest phase. More or less time to contimplate and think about what she did, what she should have done, but she doesn't really know the answers. Once she gets to one point, she thinks she's done all of the resting she can handle, but it continues on, while she makes more realizations about her life. Just when she forgets about to expect the rest to be over, she is greeted again by Death. It seems to be different now. They talk a bit more and discuss things, and he says that the basic grain of truth resides in her forever, but the lessons learned must be wiped away for rebirth. He touches her forehead again, and she is going through birth. She is now a baby in a poor, but loving home. Marilyn's journey is just starting again, and maybe the lessons will be learned this time.