Soap Opera

I was watching a soap opera the other day and I got sucked in.

Beautifully dressed, there were two side-by-side, totally in love as they went about their day.  They were obviously inseparable and completely unaware of their surroundings.  It was a nice scene until the story took a dark turn.  I was sitting on the edge of my seat wondering what would happen next.

She was dressed in black and it was quite clear that she intended to kill. The attempted murder was thwarted at the last minute.  Going for one hapless soul after another, she was obviously a serial killer.   Surprisingly, her efforts were stymied at each turn.  I was trying to figure out if the intended victims had anything in common when I realized that the tide had turned.

Little did she know that camouflaged in brown, another assassin was hiding in the bushes waiting for his chance.  Others went by, going about their normal business with no clue about the impending doom.  Who would die?  My bet was that she would prevail.  Her luck had to turn.

The scene shifted and two wee ones were fighting over a cookie.  All was lost as the cookie was broken and dropped in the scuffle.  I was trying to figure out if this was a flashback when suddenly….

The phone rang and I had to leave my seat next to the aquarium.  The soap opera behind the glass would continue and  I’d never know which fish won in the end.