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Eusta B. Mae Senior Member
since 2010-05-03
Posts 903 |
She stepped through the door Like she owned the place. She didn't come here often Only when she felt like Drinking alone. A quick glance around the room And she knew What kind of a night She was in for. Driftwood had drifted by again. This time with a Piece of fresh meat in tow And the probability Of something interesting happening. Could prove to be entertaining There was something About that woman. She didn't know what But found it irritating. Looking over at the couple Now back in the corner booth Sucking face. What's wrong with this picture? She looked at the clock. It was 11:30. Driftwood wasn't plastered. Neither was she Come to think of it. The couple's reflection In the mirrored Jack Daniels sign Behind the pool table She could observe Driftwood undetected. Something different About her. She was curious. The old bartender Had a drink ready By the time she crossed The hazy room. From the corner juke box A saxophone wailed Just as she felt The first drink burn. She turned to ask for another Saw that it was already there. Smiled at the old man He just nodded. Returning her attention To Driftwood She had to admit, the Girl was looking good. Really good Hair done up Makeup on. Hmmm. Must be somethin' To do with this new man... She shifted her attention To Carpenter Seemingly captivated By Driftwood's beaming face… Holy Crap! She knew that look. They were in love! How pathetic. Just shook her head and smiled. Then, before she had a chance To stop it. She was ambushed By memories. She remembered How she felt. What it was like. How she missed. Him... Them (When they weren't crazy). Old bartender could see She was trying to wipe tears On her overalls without letting Anyone see. He brings her a bottle She just nods Without looking up. The bottle empty By midnight She’s out the door To the parking lot. She lifts the hood On Driftwood's car Pulls a sparkplug wire. Knowing that way She'd be sure to see Driftwood the next day Then find out What was going on With that woman. She climbed in her truck Grabbed a bottle out From under the seat Took a couple of pulls Off the bottle Before turning the key. Then with a spray of gravel She was out of the parking lot Heading for the highway And home. |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
In those conditions it was a risky business to head for the highway and home! This was a captivating read, dear Eusta. Loved the memory of being in love that crystallized through the haze ... Goodness gracious, even the bottle under the seat! Some tough wounds that require healing surely. Sad and powerful. Love, Margherita |
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Eusta B. Mae Senior Member
since 2010-05-03
Posts 903 |
Margherita-bless your heart for the read. Yes, both women have issues... |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Story held me all the way. That's always a bonus.......Could see and feel the scene. Quite the handle on that woman, "Driftwood." Someone should have pulled the spark plug wire on her car too! Enjoyed! Eric |
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Eusta B. Mae Senior Member
since 2010-05-03
Posts 903 |
ethome-Thanks for sticking with it. I appreciate your eyes here. ebm |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
(chuckling) one upped me here ... you took Iambe and put her and Driftwood together,,, well done m'friend, and written in character quite well I would say... now your content... you pegged Iambe right on for the pulling of a wire..whether a plug wire or the coil wire, it si the sort of thing she would do. You add an element of care to Iambe that I'm not sure I ever wrote, but then I always saw her from th eother side. truly enjoyed this...now waiting to see where you take it.... brava ma'am... |
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Eusta B. Mae Senior Member
since 2010-05-03
Posts 903 |
Oh thank goodness! I was worried I didn't do you justice. I'm so happy/relieved you like it. Of course you would never have seen this side of Iambe...she tries to keep it hidden, even from herself. Driftwood, of all people, being in love just caught her off guard. Thank you so much for your support of my work. ebm |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
(tapping foot) and when did you plan on following up on this??? lol you can't just start a story like this and not follow up u know :-) |
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Eusta B. Mae Senior Member
since 2010-05-03
Posts 903 |
(Smiling)Hey buddy! Guess I was just waiting for a swift kick in the astrick! Thanks for the encouragement...I guess now I'll just have to suck it up and give it a try. |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
I recognized Iambe by her overalls looks like some major trouble brewing here! good! I love trouble! |
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Misty Lilacs Senior Member
since 2005-11-15
Posts 1060White Birch Forest |
Love this piece. It is such in intriguing story. However, I don't think in the end she should have gone out to drive home. ooxx Marti
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latearrival Member Ascendant
since 2003-03-21
Posts 5499Florida |
Excellent writing.Fully enjoyed the read.latearrival |
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