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Magnus

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since 2001-10-10

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South Carolina, USA

0 posted 2003-12-05 05:58 PM

The moment, lingering so...there amongst the fresh veggies and fruit,
such a romantic setting for two lovers, now middle aged and somewhat
more inclined to surroundings more akin to the “R” word....

Bill found this moment deliciously delightful.  The wisps of her silken
hair caressing his face in a delicate  tickle....But, he also found a
stir within that was more of an alarm.....a  worrying sign...For he was
deeply concerned about the children....Kate and Kyle were their names.
He wanted,   needed to know more of what this genetic threat was and
what he,  meager little he....could do to save their lives....

The chill of the produce section added to the shiver.....Both  were slightly
chilled and so very anxious....What was their next move?  Should she
allow him to take the lead?  Or, perhaps again be one half of what was once
a team of two...then deeply in love...and so filled with energy....But, now
threatened by something that she eluded to having within her, already
running rampant throughout her precious soul and flesh.

The air was brisk, somewhat chilling...as they scurried from the country
store...Bill carrying up the rear, entrenched somewhere within the
confines of all these bags.....almost stepping into a pothole that
threatened to spill all there was...and more....A bruised backside was
not on the menu at this moment...

Where were her children, he asked himself, quizzically?

Offering to provide the taxi service, they opted to taking her car, a
late model sport ute....something more reliable and less likely to
strand on a cold day, no longer daylight, as a myriad of stars danced
overhead on a clear evening.  The fireplace would certainly need a log
or two after they arrived back at Bill’s.

You could sense the nervousness as the miles rolled by.  Both somewhat
quiet and afraid to be the first....Not wanting to shatter a moment or
cause a scare at a time when courage was greatly needed....on all sides.
Mary Lou sat there, looking over at the man that she had once almost
married...She would have married Bill, if only....

Illuminated by the instrument cluster...she saw the lines of his face,
the weather of age and sun that had taken a dire toll upon his features
...Fair complexions and sun do not mix well. Bill found this out late
in life, having to endure several surgical procedures to remove
malignancies from his face and extremities.   But,   even this
did not hide the eyes that showed such great kindness, compassion, eyes
that....when looked into...shone on the soul of a gentle man....a man who
would give his all for those he loved.  And she knew this ever so well.
She admired Bill greatly.  He did not know, but she had read all of his
books that had been published over the years.  Each of them rested at
her home within an enclosed bookcase....A place where she kept
personal things...things very special to her....

“Bill?”  Breaking the silence with a soft but questioning word.   He
jumped slightly, startled by her speech after minutes of silence....Both
tired and also unsure of where to head now....

“Yes, Mary Lou”, he replied. Glancing over at her, seeing that she had
turned toward him, her eyes searching his, darting from eye to eye,
looking into his returned gaze.   “Bill, where have we been for twenty
odd years?”   Bill paused for what seemed like hours....Only from time
and many moments of thought of just this moment, could he feel the
sense of anxiety wane as he silently cleared his throat and replied....

He told of the moments surrounding his mother’s death.  Of all of what
was happening in his life at that time.  He spoke of the prior loss of
his father, who also died suddenly and unexpectedly....He spoke of
his own inner fears of death....not knowing what life held in store for
him as well.   Death was a messenger that had haunted his dreams
over several years.  He told her of the odd jobs that he had pursued
until he finally realized that his life should be one of a writer, for
his mind held so much that wanted desperately to come out, to be
seen, read, heard...  He confided that he often  wrote of characters
from his life, both past and present....Of the sorrows, the trials of
one man, so lost....yet...unknowingly so in tune with the world.
He wrote of her...of their memories that he held close, so deeply
enjoyed exploring.   He rambled on until the miles had faded
into the darkness and a single light ahead beckoned.   For this was
where Bill felt home was...Could this place become more?

[This message has been edited by Magnus (12-07-2003 04:39 PM).]

Martie

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since 1999-09-21

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California

1 posted 2003-12-05 08:39 PM

Barry...I know your intent in leaving us with wanting to know more.... "For this was
where Bill felt home was...Could this place become more?" So, let's just cut to the chase and I'll answer the question...yes, this could become something more...now lets get on with it. Enjoying still!

ThisDiamond
Member Rara Avis

since 2002-02-22

Posts 9353
Michigan, USA

2 posted 2003-12-05 09:06 PM

HEHE...
shaking my head at you...
This part was like the appetizer before dinner...really hungry...and it didn't butter the biscuit...just because...
I'm with Marti...well done Kiddo.
TD

passing shadows
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since 1999-08-26

Posts 45577
displaced

3 posted 2003-12-07 03:54 AM

Barry, I'm not trying to tell you what to do here but you really should get this out to some publishers and see what happens...

I can't remember when I've been so intrigued by a story like I am with yours...

I would love to see this in a hardback book!

Magnus

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since 2001-10-10

Posts 14135
South Carolina, USA

4 posted 2003-12-07 11:56 AM

Thanx Dixie...you are not the first to say
such as that. Someday, I will have the
courage to work one of these into a short
story for a book...... Meanwhile, please
enjoy....part 7 is not far behind....

Thank you!!!

Bonnie j
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since 2003-06-27

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