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Marilyn Member Elite
since 1999-09-26
Posts 2621Ontario, Canada |
The place was romantically lit, decorated in soft, warm colors. The atmosphere was comforting and welcoming. Her home away from home. Candles lit each table in a celestial glow and jazz music flowed softly from the speakers on the walls. Fresh flowers graced every table filling the room with their sweet perfume. A feeling of safety and warmth engulf you as you enter the "Urban Peasant". This was her favorite place to relax and have a few drinks with her girl friends after a stress filled week. They were sitting at a corner table. Four of them, friends since high school, unwinding from a very long week. The conversation was light, you could tell that they were comfortable with each other as private jokes flew from one to another. They were discussing the antics of the politicians. There was an election in two weeks and they thought all of the candidates were clowns. As Linda, the red head in the bunch, was about to deliver the punch line to a joke she was telling Daniel approached. He was a tall, handsome fellow with a cheery disposition and so very kind hearted. "Good evening ladies." He spoke with a deep melodious voice and a dashing smile on his face. When he smiled it always showed in his eyes. Linda, Cheryl and Laura all smiled and in a chorus of female voices you heard "Hello Daniel." They all laughed at the united voices. Jana smiled and added "Hi Daniel." the smile on her lips didn't come close to touching her eyes. Some how she knew that her dear friends had set up this chance encounter. For Jana time froze as the easy banter continued around her. These women whom she adored had tired to set her up with this man several times in the past. Her mind flashes back to a conversation with Laura six months prior. "You have to start living again sometime Jana! Daniel is the sweetest man you will ever meet and he would never push or hurt you. You know this! Just give him a chance." Laura's tone was exhasberated. she was frustrated with her friend and wanted to see her happy. "It has been three years and you haven't even been out to dinner with a man." Laura ranted. "what am I going to do with you?" Jana just sat there for a moment, then softly she replied. "It isn't that I don't like Daniel. You see that is my problem, I can handle men that make sexual advances towards me and the ones that think they can play with me." She stood up and paced the room. "Daniel is different. He wants to get to know me and ........well. He wants something from me that I don't know if I have to give. To be perfectly honest with you........I'm frightened." A single tear caressed Jana's cheek and rolled unnoticed to her chin. Thrust out of her thoughts by a knee bumping hers, she looks around the table slightly disoriented. Her eyes finally focus on Daniel's face. That is when it starts. In the pit of her stomach. Her muscles tense, a ball forming there. Then it spreads down her legs and up her spine. Every muscle in her body is suddenly screaming at her to move. Then from the bowels of her being, the icy fingers creep. Dancing slowly through every fiber of her body. Balls of fire shooting through her brain, panic makes her look for escape. "Excuse me please." Slips from her lips as she rises from the table. Moving in the direction of the washrooms as well as the door, her breath comes in shorter, faster gasps. Everything is in slow motion in her brain as she pushes herself through the door and into the parking area. She has to find her car....She just HAS TO! When her thoughts finally begin to move again, she finds herself in her home. Sitting quietly watching her babies sleep. The warm glow of the moon casting gentle shadows over their faces. The soft sounds of her children's sleeping breath soothes her. A sigh of relief escapes her lips and her body relaxes, leaving nothing but exhaustion. The familiar comfort of this room and her children lull her into a blissful sleep. Sleep where her demons can't find her. Her demons live in the light of consceinceness. Tomorrow she will deal with them and her regrets. This was copyed and pasted into this forum. I dislike the format in which it is shown here. I apologize. [This message has been edited by Marilyn (edited 10-05-1999).] |
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Saxoness
since 1999-07-18
Posts 1102Texas |
Wow. I feel, in some ways, very connected to this woman. It is hard, so very hard, to deal with demons. Bravo on this piece. ------------------ "Glory remains unaware of my neglected dwelling where alone I sing my tearful song which has charms only for me." -Charles Brugnot |
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RobertB Senior Member
since 1999-09-26
Posts 1104Champaign, IL |
I feel connected to this woman also...and I am a guy!!! RB ------------------ if you can dream; you can fly...if you are flying; you are dreaming. |
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Christopher
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-02
Posts 8296Purgatorial Incarceration |
Welcome to the club. Methinks we should rename this to "Passions For Demons." Thank you Marilyn for sharing yours with us, it is important for me at least, to know that I am not the only one in the world with them clinging to my back. Good job friend and worry not, the feeling came through despite the format. |
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Nicole Senior Member
since 1999-06-23
Posts 1835Florida |
You write of emotions and a situation many have to face, and you have done it admirably. |
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Isis Member Ascendant
since 1999-09-06
Posts 6296Sunny Queensland |
You know of the emotions and write them so well. I've written for you as you will see, it seems to me it's more like a magazine article than anything else. I'd prefer to try and write a story next time. Let me know what you think.. ------------------ What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny, compared to what lies within us. ~Isis~ (Daughter of Mystery) |
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Marilyn Member Elite
since 1999-09-26
Posts 2621Ontario, Canada |
Saxoness....Thankyou for your kind words. Robert B.....Being male doesn't mean you can't relate to a female's emotions. We are all human and we all have demons. Christopher.....LOL@ Passions for Demons. Everyone stuggles with their own demaons. It just makes it easier to share them. This helps us know that we are not alone. That is the greatest comfort there is to be found when the darkness covers. Satiate.......Thankyou very much for your kind words. Isis.......I think that you did a wonderful job with the challenge. I will how ever challenge you to a short story about.......I'll leave the topic up to you. My head is wrapped around your challenge at the moment. LOL [This message has been edited by Marilyn (edited 10-07-1999).] |
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