It’s the year of 2043, forty three year old Lori James Smith whose nicknames included Smithy and Tall Lori was born on a Sunday morning, 31st December 2000 as the old year turned into a new year of 2001 unto a decent, hard working class Protestant family in a modest sized city in northern California called Muddon.
She earned her Bachelor’s degree in Sports Science from Stanford University. She chose this career path because she’s tall, slight underweight, and blessed with an athletic built that borders average. Her hair is an odd grayish brown hue but she experienced bad hair days for years in trying to dye it blonde which never quite comes right.
She never set out to make waves in any social nor political agenda or field; her political views are centre, she believes in the old motto: “To each their own.”
Misfortune strikes, ending her first chance at matrimony bliss. She became a widow at age 21 when her new husband Reece Percy Stewart was killed within three months of their short marriage. The killer was never found but realizing she had to continue with her life without him she threw herself into her work.
“I don’t know exactly when this inconsumable rage entered my heart and took up residency and now refuse to leave.” Lori thinks. “But I do know revenge is a dish best served cold.“
It’s a story akin to “Kill Bill“. Unlike Kill Bill, Lori was never a paid killer. It’s a story of a woman taking back her life after a lifetime of abuse. This one is a stand-alone.
I am hoping it will be published next year.