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FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE
Introducing The Spices In Life
by writer Kim Wilson

The Spices In Life will be available for purchase, directly from me at an OOWEE discount, January 2010; get your orders in early.

The Spices in Life
Christine Veronica Webbster is the nationally recognized symbol for black women, defeating at best the purpose of numerous passions, in order to tackle the challenges of a rapid and emotional upbringing. It would seem fortunate being born into lavish wealth, but when you’re being scrambled into adulthood, it doesn’t mean much but a lot of money, and a lot of madness.

Starting with public elementary education through private high school ‘habilitation’, Christine is scolded to become accomplished in everything academic, yet remaining unschooled in love; all she absorbs with grace, and war.

One of her unwise efforts was making an enemy of Angelia McCarthy; someone she’ll never be able to shake, until death does them apart.

What had happen was..., Angelia’s been snorting powder cocaine since age 12. With the numerous high-profile parties her 'judicial' parents attend almost nightly, it leaves her room to act an undercover fool. Being an only child, super spoiled and aggressively charming, she misuses parental trust to the utmost. In high school, she and her best friend Heather decides to challenge Veronica and her best friend Tracey to a fist-off. Before things could escalate the ladies take a restroom break.

“Stop moving before you blow my shit off” 16 year-old Angelia begs, while masturbating 15 year-old Heather.

“SSshhh” Tracey whispers animatedly to Christine.

Veronica steps up on the toilet in the stall next to them bitches and three quick flashes of the camera, “You bitches are busted” she screams like she lives in a haunted mansion; before the junkies could gather themselves.

Over twenty years later the two meet again, Christine Veronica Webbster and Angelia McCarthy. Not a great job, not forgiveness deferred, nor an adult situation can halt Angelia’s earth-shakin’ get back; seeing that both her parents are Federal Court judges, she’s the one taking pictures now.

Christine reaches to become a polished black woman; riding Harley Davidson motorcycles and Kawasaki jet-skis; driving luxury cars and antique whips to include her off-the-showroom-floor custom Phantom and her restored 76’ candy-orange Impala. She attires fabulously in Vera Wang and House of Dereon and dresses fly in Baby Phat and Apple Bottom. Her stimulating determination lies in becoming a renownly recognized, woman entrepreneur, seeing that it became to late to make her parents proud; she begins paying it to everyone's ass forward.

Christine, sliding into her 30s single, is residing in the shady suburbs of Sandy Springs, Georgia, acquiring millions to fit in her bank accounts by consistently and with unwavering loyalty building DECISIONS and GIVE ME A MINUTE.

What’s beginning to cramp her financial flow are the photos circling like vultures; Christine; cocaine; cameraman.

Christine strikes lightening to the men and women she allows to know her; some mental the others sexual.

Christine feels robbed by her parents, played by her acquaintances and, ignored by God.

She sits on her balcony sipping warm Chardonnay, tripping about the fork in her road. After having gathered her information and having gone through hell and back she pin-points the one trying to snuff out her financial and emotional life out; that bitch Angelia McCarthy; that’s why that undercover ass conviction went so smoothly, and why there was a vacancy at the Brown Wood Asylum for the Mentally and Criminally Insane.

The team interviewed fell short when it came to Webbster loyalty big time and she wasn’t about to let it pass; hell no. After all she’d done for them; had given them and forgiven them. All her life she’s waited to explode; to really explode.

Becoming institutionalized for a year didn’t help matters in her existence, but it was better than prison, especially after 4 days in the County. What kept her there so long were the outright fits she threw; being deemed a danger to herself.

The prescribed and unwarranted medication is killing her slowly; Chlorpromazine, Clozapine, Risperidone, Olanzapine and Quetiapine. She knows something in her life is trying to kill her yet she also trust that through Christ she can get through all things. Cold lifeless rooms; emotionally vacant surroundings; total internal failure; all are evident.

The same God Christine Veronica is mad at she comes to love. That same God who she thought forgot about her in the beginning is carrying her through ‘til the end.

Christine loves all the things she lost and lost all the things she wanted to love. After all is said and done vengeance should be hers she screams to the Lord.

Christine exist using the Spices to flavor her prayers, her emotions, her reactions, her responses; her Life. In the end she gets exactly what she deserves; heavenly peace.

At the distinguished Café a meeting is called to order in grand style. The ambiance is subtle in browns and beiges and creams. The foot tall round vanilla-scented candle centers the 6 foot long dining table along with the sparkling dishes and polished silverware.

The remaining Spices gather around their sustenance to await her verdict; after all had been said and 'did'.

“In these manuals I have provided for each of you a copy of my journal, the one I’ve been writing in since childhood; Deeds, titles, Power of Attorneys, a copy of my Will and a host of VIPs. You all have loved me for what seems an eternity, here is my appreciation. You all go add some spice to your life” she whispers in an unfamiliar voice.

Slowly, quietly appearing to succumb to the cyanide pill she swallowed minutes earlier; with a smile on her face she relaxes into the cushion of the leather chair. McKenzie notices her sedate state and summons the rescue team who wrestles with the grim reaper for possession of her mind, body and soul.

"For what is a man profited if he gains the whole world, and loses or forfeits himself?
Luke 9:25
Not, The End

Much literary love.
OOWEE