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AngelShell Member
since 2000-03-01
Posts 446not heaven nor hell so... 
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Chapter One He was sitting at a table in a very crowded mall trying to find some peace alone with his coffee. It didn’t look like he was going to get any. Suddenly, over the loud buzz of the many people around him, he heard someone laugh. Immediately his head shot up and he looked around the expansive area, trying to locate where this spine tingling laugh had come from. He knew that laugh. But it couldn’t possibly be…no, it was impossible…wasn’t it? It had been 16 years since he’d left her that dark and lonely night. 192 months since he’d smelt her sweet innocent fragrance. 768 weeks since he’d looked into her sparkling eyes and known he was home again. 5840 days since he’d felt whole. Could he possibly remember her laugh? The answer of course was yes. The real question was would he ever forget it? He knew he would never find her in this crowd. But now his mind was racing. He couldn’t let her go again. He’d come into town less than 48 hours ago with the sole purpose of finding his daughter. Only he’d been stopped short when he had no idea how to find her. He’d left her in that dark room, a note on the down stairs fridge. The note had said simply ‘find a home for my daughter’. He had known that their house cleaner came every Saturday morning…that’s way he had to leave that night. That’s why he had to leave that night without looking back. Would she remember him now? Would she even know that whoever she was with now weren’t her real parents? So many questions all leading to one answer. He had to find her, and he had to find her now. Chapter Two Lisa floated through the door after a fantastic day. She walked into the kitchen grabbed an apple and hopped up onto the bench. “What ‘cha doin’?” she asked her brother Aaron quizzically as she watched him take what looked like it could have been a pop tart out of the toaster. “I’m trying to cook,” he said dropping a scorched oblong object into the sink. “Do the world a favor babe and have an apple,” she held out hers to him but he just pushed it away. Aaron was 10 months older than she was and because of this they were both best friends and the worst of enemies. “Would you like me to show you how it’s done?” she asked. “No,” he said sticking his nose up in the air and grabbing another pop tart out of the packet. “Suit yourself,” she said swinging her legs, “just don’t look to me for help when you try explaining how you burnt down the kitchen.” “Don’t you have any thing else to do?” he asked in his usual ‘get-out-of-my-hair’ tone. “Nope.” Aaron’s dark hair was a brilliant contrast to her blonde ringlets. His friendly blue eyes an even bigger contrast to her intense green ones. Many commented on how the two of them couldn’t have even passed as cousins, let alone brother and sister. But even though they may not have shared any thing physically in common, mentally and emotionally, they were almost the same person. “When is mom going to be home?” Lisa asked taking another big bite of her apple. “Dunno,” Aaron said concentrating way too hard considering he was only trying to toast a pop tart. Suddenly the phone rang and Aaron answered. Within two minutes he was sitting in front of the television watching MTV with his best friend Matt. Lisa stayed where she was on the bench, eating her apple and sorting through today’s mail. “Junk, junk, junk, ooh Victoria Secret junk, junk, junk, bill, bill, junk, Aaron, Aaron, mom, mom, junk, mom,” with a sigh she put the mail down and aimed her apple at the waste bin. “She shoots,” Lisa threw the core at the bin, “she scores!” Suddenly an all-too-familiar smell rose to meet her nose. She smiled to her self and called sweetly to her brother. “Aaron darling, your pop tart’s roasting.” She heard him swear down the phone and run into the kitchen to take it out before it caught fire. He threw the phone into her lap on the way past and grabbed the toaster, shaking it upside down over the sink. Lisa raised the phone to her ear and giggled softly as the not-so-sweet crooning of Matt greeting her down the telephone. “Aaron…why does Matt sing to you?” she asked not covering the end of the phone. The singing suddenly stopped and Matt quietly asked who was on the phone. She just laughed and handed it back to her brother. “Well, the kitchen was gonna catch fire, I kinda needed two hands…” her brother said walking back out into the living room giving up his feeble attempts of cooking. Lisa hopped down off the bench when the doorbell rang and went to answer it turning the television down on her way passed. Her brother yelled something at her but she wasn’t listening. Standing out side her front door was a man in his early forties. “Can I help you?” she asked politely. “Is this the house of Andrea Martin?” he asked. “Yes it is,” Lisa replied, “but she’s not home right now.” “Oh, well, I’m an old friend of hers, I was just passing through town and I wanted to meet up with her, do you know when she’ll be back?” “No, she works late on a Friday and then she usually goes out to dinner with some of her work mates, but if you like you can leave your number and I’ll get her to call you when she gets in.” The man smiled and nodded. “That’d be great.” Lisa held up one finger and ducked just back inside the door to get a pen and some paper. She returned moments later. “Okay,” she said. “Well, I’m staying at the Grand Plaza on Oak Street.” She started to write, tucking her hair behind her ear as she did. Suddenly he could see a tiny mark on her left ear lobe. A birth mark. “Lisa?” he asked his voice shaking slightly. She raised her head and smiled. “You’re Lisa?” “Yeah, Andrea’s daughter.” He looked closely at her face and wondered how he could have missed it before. “You look very much like your mother.” Lisa smiled again. “Really, because every one says I look more like my father. My brother Aaron looks like my mother…did you know my father?” “Um…no, not really, I was more a friend of your mom’s…my name’s Peter McIver, I’m in suite 35, can you tell your mom to give me a call when she gets in, I don’t care how late.” Lisa nodded and outstretched her arm, offering him her hand. “It’s nice to meet you,” she said. He took it, shocked at how mature she was, and shook it weakly. “It’s nice to meet you too Lisa.” |
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Deranger Member
since 2000-05-10
Posts 498Somewhere, between here and there |
Ok, this is going to a good place...heaven musical lace...interesting pace, but still, i get this feeling, like it's interlaced, with some other meaning, perhaps from someother place? As they say, the mind is a horrible thing to waste, and surely, you're no basketcase? Whatever it may be, fate, or is it that its really late, and i'm feeling a bit faint? ahh....neeed bdrugs....haha Whoa...ah, maybe this whole 1am thing isn't all it's cracked up to be, but i seem pretty cracked up to me...ah, can't stop rhyming...and i'm sure those are chuch bells chiming...yep, like the man said, it's all in the timing, and i'm sure there is great meaning lining, this fantasy's mining... *Slaps himself with a cinder block* Ah, better...if you didn't understand that, it says, "Whoa, cool, is there more?" Later babe, don't worry, i'm seeking professional help...but dont think i'm some helpless whelp...! Spreading insanity, one post at a time "Way back in eighty-seven, where we bust rockstands till we get to heaven" |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
Please keep writing, this is good. Kathleen |
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Dopey Dope
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Member Patricius
since 2000-08-30
Posts 11132San Juan, Puerto Rico |
This was simply magnificient, I loved every second of it. This story is so wonderful and i hope to see the rest of it.  "I was born myself, raised myself, and will continue to be myself. The world will just have to adjust." I hate your socks. I'd like to burn them! |
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Christopher
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-02
Posts 8296Purgatorial Incarceration |
Keep going! Chris |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
I read this the other day and was very pleased with its progress..but now we must await the final chapter?...more, please... this is a good short story...< !signature--> Karilea If I whisper, will you listen?... I would rather be silent and write, then speak loudly and be bound. KRJ [This message has been edited by Sunshine (edited 11-04-2000).] |
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