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Irish Rose
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0 posted 2000-04-13 06:28 AM




Nature's assault had begun. Hurricane sirens were sounding, and the streets became isolated. Shops had closed up, trees once tall, stately and lifted high were becoming broken in horizontal form against the wind. Stinging pellets of rain began to fall. Shelter became more precious than gold to all who would seek it. The unseen enemy, nature, had forceful weapons at her disposal. In an endless pursuit, she drove hard upon the beach and carried the smallest twip to the strongest structure on a journey of neverending proportions.

Whistling under window ledges, singing against walls and doors, the push for safety left Frank undeterred in finding Kathleen.

He began to think about the own storms in his life, the ones which provided rain yet left him feeling dry and cold. Storms where the sun shone, but left no rainbow, no warmth. Promises had been made, turning to vapor in the sky, gone. Before his eyes were dreams flashing along with the lightning and moving quickly through his memory. Were they gone? Did they still provided that flash of excitement, and spark the life within?

"At one time, I almost wished she hadn't written back, why?" he thought to himself. Fear? Getting close to someone, losing another friend.

Frank was used to blazing heat, or freezing cold, fatigue fromthe bones out, making you drop to the ground in a heap. He had feltexhaustion from past experiences that now seemed like yesterday's memory instead of decades ago.

The intensity of the storm raged, seeming as if it were on a track, moving swiftly with the speed of a train, roaring forward but to what end? The air was filled with debris, no rhymne or reason whatsoever, and yet the storm had a purpose, the storm had it's mission.

Remembering conversation, Frank was taking comfort in the fact that Kathleen rarely gave up. She may be scared, throw up even, but she never gives up. Everyone has their breaking point, though, and a time when the spirit says enough! No, not Kathleen, she won't because she still has so much to say, and to write. She won't give up, unless the storm takes over and ...no..no...
these thoughts had no place here.

To be here, in the open, in this storm was pure madness. Perhaps it was destiny, fate, for even now, he felt a deep wound festering, and somehow beginning to heal. Where were those secret places in his soul, and how did this storm know exactly where to strike? Inside, where he still felt alive, there was a part that remained uneffected by the wind, the rain, and the force. A place where no one, nothing had reached, or had they?

"I'm not 18, not as quick, maybe, some, I'm still in good shape, I'm not going to let a lousy hurricane ruin all that good training" Frank tried to laugh to himself. He drew in a shuddering breath, and closed his eyes, thinking about the responsibility he had left.

"I should be home, my grandchildren, my job" Crushing this vision for an instant, he began to focus on the here and now.

Everything would be alright.

Frank had his own 'daydream" something to fuel him, keep him going, a bit of fantasy to offset the hailing wind behind him as he walked on. He began to think of Kathleen, and how she would look, not scared, or alone, or lost, but how he wanted her to look. He knew she wasn't 18 either, but he tried to picture the droplets of rain on her face, and her blouse soaked through with water clinging, and he smiled.

"Yes, these thoughts should keep me going" he smiled.

Nature had very little on the human spirit and the drive within someone wanting to complete something left undone. In comparison, the two were similar, the storm knew exactly what it was doing, where to stop, where to begin, and where to end.

Frank thought about other women in his life, knowing love was more than a tumble between the sheets, kisses that weren't spent long enough, only fulfilling the need for a time, too easy, too quick, and too meaningless.

His mind filled with images of a woman with cinnamon colored hair, flowers entwined throughout, in finest lace, likening to a fairy tale. Quickly brought of his thoughts by wind and rain bearing down on him, Frank knew he had to find her.

It was dark, pitch dark. The sky overhead purplish mixed with black with almost an evil presence.

Frank and Kathleen had joked about this happening, for she could rarely go anywhere without getting lost. Kathleen had no compass when she entered his heart and rested there not wavering in any direction, not huddled in a corner afraid,  just resting there.
She had found her way there...he would find his way to her now.

to be continued....


 Kathleen


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Sunshine
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1 posted 2000-11-04 07:12 AM


Kathleen, I've read "the Vision" and "the Storm".

I believe that you have meant them to be parts 1 and 2, but I was unsure as which came first. There is some good writing here, and I know this is not Critical Analysis, but the thread of the storylines left me a little unbalanced. It seems in both "chapters" to bounce back and forth, and I've lost the continuity I believe you were trying to build.

Are you going to continue working on these two pieces?  If so, let me know, as I would like to continue the read, to pull it all together.


Karilea
If I whisper, will you listen?...
I would rather be silent and write, then speak loudly and be bound.
KRJ



Christopher
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Purgatorial Incarceration
2 posted 2000-11-05 01:35 AM


always leaving us hanging...
Irish Rose
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since 2000-04-06
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3 posted 2000-11-05 08:23 AM


This "idea" has been began again in "Above and Beyond" but frankly, I thought maybe it was simply too much for everyone to read!  But I AM writing it and would love to post it as I go along, it is numbered Chapter one, two, and so on......thank you guys!~

"When red-haired girls scamper like roses
over the rain-green grass,
and the sun drips honey.""
Laurie Lee

Kathleen



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