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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
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Little Bit was oiled and primed sitting down at the other end she raised her glass to me--and then? I raised mine back again. Then she patted seat beside her motioning her head and mouthed the words, "come sit with me." I felt the twinge of foreshadow-- I downed another shot of "dead." I looked around and mocked "Who? ME?" (for she and I were cautious friends) she was a stick of dynamite and I, a raging fire. We knew this so respectfully we kept distance knowing how sometimes things just blow. But we were drunk and it's hard to have good judgement on those foggy nights when tequila tastes like water no salt no lemon needed. So I grabbed my glass and idled down. We sat and joked and drank and smoked while she bemoaned her sorry state of boredom with her man. I listened to her quietly even drunk I had more sense than she did at her best. Little Bit was "not quite right"-- since that night so long ago but much too recent in her mind.. she'd asked her husband for divorce packed her bags went home to mom-- the baby would be welcome there-- they sat in house with their breath held and waited--knowing--he would call. Sure enough--when the phone rang her mother took it off the hook. But Little Bit knew Sal quite well and said she knew that wouldn't do. It wasn't long before he came. He drove his Mustang on the lawn headlights glaring rage right through the picture glass window-- a spotlit stage of Little Bit wondering what was up with him-- and then she saw the gun. She couldn't even duck she said. She was frozen there in fear. She saw the flash of trigger pulled-- blood and brain and bits of bone a Mustang needing overhaul-- a little girl just one year old-- was all that Sal had left behind... that and hauntings in her mind. No wonder she was always bored. That's a hard act for a man to follow. But I listened to her tale of woe about her new man being NICE-- so nice that he was just "a drag"-- she was looking for some spark. I observed the dynamite and noted wish to self-destruct... I knew the subject of complaint-- a biker who loved gardening, a gentle soul with gentle ways-- Yes, Little Bit was crazed-- so I sighed and told her so. "Do you WANT him?" I shrugged. "Sure." oh what-the-hell? I'm not doing too much else-- this weekend, I am free." So we left the bar on this whim-- a reckless drive to his house thankfully not far away in a suburb off I-10. She parked the car half in the street and we got out and tried to knock but the house was dark-- locked up tight and Little Bit did not have a key. "I know he's in there" but I said, "hey, why don't we just leave?" But she just said, "No. I've got to pee." So she tossed her car keys aiming for his window on the second floor-- where they rested now on ledge. Uh oh. (This was getting bad.) and then it just got worse. He opened up his window and I could hear him curse too quietly to believe his anger was for real. He grabbed her keys and closed the window even taking care to move a statuette or something-- shadowing in there-- before he shut the glass. He opened up the door and then the raging fight began. She was laughing while she peed told him she "gave" him to me-- and I was sitting quietly in a huge stuffed chair. "I want you out" He said to her. His voice was quiet rage. "Get out" This time he turned his stare to me, as she headed for the door. "No." I said, and met his eyes. I put my purse upon the floor. "I'm not going until I know that you aren't mad at ME." Little Bit just looked surprised and said, "Well, hey, I'm outta here." She shut the door and she was gone leaving me with him. I just sat there while he stormed around the house then up the stairs he had gone on up to bed and left me sitting there. I tip-toed up those stairs they creaked so I guess he wasn't much surprised to hear me knocking timidly and I heard him sigh... "I'd just like a shirt" I said. "I will sleep down on the couch." He opened door and found me there-- quite naked with my hand held out. That was on a Friday night. Saturday? I wore his clothes. Sunday he bought me toothbrush. Monday, he drove me home-- and waited while I packed a bag. Yep, that's how we began. [This message has been edited by serenity blaze (10-19-2002 06:30 AM).] |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
like the story... and glad you decided to share with us mere humans ( chuckling) you write a few more of these and add them to the ones you have alrady written, then send them off to a publisher... you have aknack for bringing to the reader the feel and life of the characters.. |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
thanks Ron...not even sure if I'm done with this'n...must have edited forty times, and every time? I was convinced I was done... and hey, don't analyze that, either...laughing |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
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can't edit out what is bothering you about it kid..... you know that and so do I. You can change it...and you can gut it... but you won't edit out what is there unless you deny it. |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
You listen about as well as I do...sigh  |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
I didn't analyze it... just told you why you can't edit it to your satisfaction..  |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Listen to Ron, Serenity...he knows what he's talking about. It's a really good story! |
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vlraynes Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-25
Posts 8229Somewhere... out there... |
serenity~ Still more awesome 'reporting' from your pen. Your stories always draw me in and won't let go. This was no exception. Thanks for sharing it.  Hugs,  ~Vicky "...until you have read the verse on his heart, you have not truly met the poet. ~vlraynes [This message has been edited by vlraynes (10-19-2002 04:27 AM).] |
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S Arthur Grey Senior Member
since 2001-03-19
Posts 719woven by a poet's loom |
MORE, serenity b.! This is good stuff! |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
I appreciate ya'll going to the trouble to read these rather long-winded stories...if they get boring, just yank me off the stage! Thanks again...'tis a strange life indeed.  |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Ah, so that's it, eh? I observed the dynamite and noted wish to self-destruct... Exactly. For all. |
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Toerag Member Ascendant
since 1999-07-29
Posts 5622Ala bam a |
these are really great Ms. Blaze..... |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
oh yeah...smile--thanks |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
I looked around and mocked "Who? ME?" (for she and I were cautious friends) she was a stick of dynamite and I, a raging fire. ~*~ Learning. |
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Ceinwyn Member Elite
since 2000-07-09
Posts 2175VA |
 gawd...really I asked you this before can I be your groupie...I love your way with words,etc etc...pssst we'll blame this on the gin lol If at first you don't succeed destroy all the evidence that you tried. |
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Wind
since 2002-10-12
Posts 2981 |
you are a raging fire. perfect description. And the angel said unto me, "These are the cries of the carrots, the cries of the carrots!" |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
smiling, and Wind and fire can do some damage together, eh Liz? and I am actually a little weirded out that this popped back up--I just ran into "Little Bit" yesterday. Hadn't seen her for years. Methinks she's a "little bit more" insane than even I recall... Thanks for reading--I figured everybody was bored with my stories by now. (Did I ever tell ya'll about that time...) just kidding. er. maybe. Love to all. |
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