Which Story line is Better?

Ok, so I’m contemplating another storyline and I’m brainstorming ideas.

Weep Not 4 Me { Scenario 1}

Wanda was lost in thought alighting from the Qn 114 bus trying to think of all the chores that she needed to finish by the time her boss arrived for the conference this morning. She came upon a crowd gathered in front of an electronic store. The store window home to several TV screens all broadcasting the 7 O’clock News.

Police are looking for Mrs. Jay Tee Wheatena, a missing Afro American elderly woman possible mid-sixties, Salt n’ pepper hair worn in a French roll, black-rimmed glasses, wearing a grey/blue plaid light coat with medium grey pumps. She was last seen carrying a large brown tote bag with her companion inside ~ a Pekinese dog wearing a red sweater with a matching little red bow barrette in its hair. If you have seen this woman, please call the Missing Person’s Hotline 1800-555-6610. 

The attendant left her in the living room of her home for two minutes to get her medicines and settle her for the evening. When the attendant returned she found the front door opened and Mrs. Wheatena was gone. She called the police immediately. Mrs. Wheatena is insulin dependent and suffers from dementia she wandered from her home attendant last night after attending a benefits gala.

Wanda gave a little scream as she realized the woman was a passenger on the bus she just left. The woman smiled at her as she took a seat right across from her, talking to the pooch feeding the dog snacks. The pup was mannerable, head crocked to side listening to the lady’s voice, laying comfortably in her lap, inside the tote bag. She scrambles for her cell phone frantically dialing the number and turning around to look at the bus now six blocks away moving fast.

Weep Not 4 Me { Scenario 2}

Mrs. Jay Tee Wheatena was sorry for the trouble that she might cause Kimberly her attendant for leaving in the middle of the night, but she couldn’t stand one more day taking medications that left her disorientated and didn’t work. The pain was unbearable, her bone cancer was progressive, and she just wanted it to end. Attending the benefit gala was her last social event. At least she’d have one special night to remember before she closed her eyes.

She was a proud Afro American woman mid-sixties, Salt n’ pepper hair worn in a French roll, black-rimmed glasses, wearing a red sweater dress under a grey/blue plaid light coat with medium black pumps. She had to take Mizzy with her or she would have cried all night. Dressed in a matching color outfit like her mistress, Mizzy laid comfortably on top of her special quilt in a spacious black canvas tote bag. She was a beautiful tan and white Pekinese dog wearing a red sweater with a matching little red bow barrette holding a tuff of hair in the middle of her head. Mizzy had been her mistress’s companion for seven years, they were inseparable.

Mrs. Wheatena, took the Qn 114, bus that would take her to the beach, so she could walk watching one more sunrise paint the day with its rays of bright red, orange and yellow. Mizzy would be alright running up and down the beach until someone noticed her without an owner. Inside the tote bag was her last will and testament. She was leaving all her property and Mizzy to Kimberly who had taken excellent care of her for three years. She knew that Kimberly had two children ages ten and seven that she left every day with her cousin to come and care for her. Hopefully, this would compensate her for her dedication and sacrifice.

She breathes easier comfortable with her decision the disease robbing her of her quality of life, but it would not steal how she ended it, her only regret was leaving Mizzy behind. Well, she had sixteen more stops to the beach looking at Mizzy with love, she spoke softly to the dog and rubbed her head affectionally.

 

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