Entering the BlogoSphere with A Tale from Eve's Garden-Part 1

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Recently, I visited fabulous New York City for the first time.  During my very brief stay, an opportunity presented itself to meet a friend in the lobby of a five star hotel.  Watching the comings and goings in the grand marble encased lobby, where everyone from the front desk to the concierge looked like supermodels, I speculated upon the lives of those fortunate to frequent the hotel.  This story is the result of my musings.

Most readers know me for my humor but I have an edgy side, too. I explore it here and in my upcoming release, Merry Acres Widows Waltz.

 

A Tale from Eve’s Garden

By Nan D. Arnold

Part 1

Sue Blu stared into the afternoon sun drooping low behind the trees in Central Park.  Chewing an apple, she glanced at an old family crest on the nearby wall.  Cracking a cynical smile, she reflected upon the origins of her name – actually Blum –so fitting in this blistering moment of clarity.

The unusual surname, of Anglo-Saxon origin, she had discovered –was an occupational name for a maker of blooms, an iron-worker, derived  from the Olde English pre 7th Century "bloma" (Middle English "blome"), and meaning ingot of iron.

Yeah, events by choice or design hammered and molded me into an emotional work of iron.

The half-eaten apple lost its appeal and Sue hurled it against the wall.

 Two years earlier…

A self-styled Renaissance woman, Sue changed her name to Blu when she moved to New York City, propelled by her own sense of drama and irrational optimism quite atypical of her personality.

Born of privilege and well educated for an aristocratic life, Sue had “been there and done that” ad nauseum, mentally referring to her trips around the world.  Tired, bored, and considering current options, the answer literally rolled up in the long black hearse bearing her recently deceased, well-connected Grand Mumsy.

Thanks to Sue’s selfless dedication to her grand Mum in her last years while ignored by the rest of the family, Sue was rewarded by inheriting Gran’s smartly turned out luxury apartment on Central Park South. What glorious luck. Yes! My search is over. I’ll find what I’m looking for in the Gold District of the Big Apple.  She set about the task of stamping her own signature onto the apartment. She mined Gran’s connections.  Soon she met the right people and visited all the “see and be seen” spots, often the subject of online gossip. Sue was hot, hot, hot…for a while.

Eventually, the novelty wore off and Sue slipped into disillusionment, seeking solace in all the wrong places, and teetering on the edge of a personality disorder.  Her New York City oasis swirled into a shifting, dateless desert. Then she met Jake Will……

Watch for more next week:

Lured into Fashion Week, blue eyes meet green and turn a socialite purple with rage.