18. Polished perfection

“Diamonds are forever – or so they say,” Stella thought pensively.It had been lust at first sight. She had met him at the local club.  He looked dashing, suave and above all – rich.Dressed in the finest of clothes he seemed to be polished perfection.  She was smitten and started her chase.

He was to be her sugar daddy.  She had been on the lookout for someone to take her away from her humble beginnings. She flirted and courted him with all the skill born of desperation.  She had nowhere else to go, no-one else to care for her.Very quickly,  she achieved her goal.  Soon, she was proudly showing off her huge diamond.

However, underneath that polished veneer, there was a tough yet gentle side to his nature.  He wasn’t at all like the successful business men she had targeted before.   

It turned out that his background was the same as hers. Born on the wrong side of the tracks, he had worked his way to the top of the ladder. His posh accent slipped at times, as did hers. In the midst of a heated argument, she suddenly realised that he was not polished perfection at all. His accent was the same as hers used to be.

He was a diamond in the rough. Smooth and sparkly on the outside yet a gentle heart beating beneath that polished exterior.

This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’.\https://puttingmyfeetinthedirt.com/2020/09/01/september-writing-prompts

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