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Konrad – Dana
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Konrad – Dana |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart 
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Konrad – Dana Sweet sickness is what comes of migraines – sickening sweet, honey hung back in your throat thick, residual effects of liquid gold doing nothing to alleviate the nausea that took hold as each muscle grew cold in tense wait of another sharp flaming stick behind the eyes. Barely breathing, Konrad did not tempt fate by even thinking of taking a deep breath, let alone thinking much. His only way out of this was to focus, as he had been told, by medico after medico, even when in Mexico, and he didn’t even attempt to remove his boots, just lay sprawled on the rent-by-night bed, vaguely smelling of some lost lust, and he didn’t try to decipher whose. Instead, he brought his hand up to his eyes, shielding them from the afternoon sun that edged in behind the flyspecked shade and thought of Dana. Dana had been, was, his rock, a soft rock, his oasis of thought when all tore at him, and this damned certificate was tearing at him, all that he had learned, was grinding his gut as much as the liquid gold, and the migraine’s nausea, so he slowly rolled now, over to the soft thoughts of his rock, when he last saw her, tanned and tall, jeaned and sweat-shirted, glowing with fresh enthusiasm, almost as tall as he, not as tall as Jake, not as tough as Iambe, perhaps as soft as Dillon…he didn’t know, it had been some time since he had seen his Dillon… and brown eyes. Auburn hair and those chocolate eyes, warm and home, where he would lose himself, and he pulled on the liquid of her voice like a rope hung over a chasm, bringing himself up to the snug of her memory, and slowly, slowly, the migraine eased. But the certificate still remained, folded, waiting, haunting his siblings tomorrows. [This message has been edited by Sunshine (02-14-2003 10:37 AM).] |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
I really like this. Full of expression and feeling.  Cold hands means a warm heart |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
(chuckling) well now... you weave even more into this headached nightmare...that in parts read sureal...in parts reads heart.. well... figure the waiting wont kill me..but my head is starting to hurt... you are indeed setting the stage for a lasting character to emerge... well done. |
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garysgirl 
since 2002-09-29
Posts 19237Florida, USA |
Karilea.....hurry, hurry...my head's hurting, too...  "Love makes the world go around" |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
ahhh....the plot thickens and a new muse is unveiled....and so...the moth and Jake wait  |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Okay..Okay...I think I'm caught up now.. and finally understanding the migraine part! oooh this is so intriguing. ~Hugs~ ~ Trace my body with your words.. |
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Robert Frazier Senior Member
since 2003-02-06
Posts 1014 |
...eagerly awaiting the next, delicious installment! Rf |
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Duncan Member Ascendant
since 2001-08-07
Posts 5455 |
'But the certificate still remained, folded, waiting, haunting his siblings tomorrows.' Okay...catching up and moving on. |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
I liked this very much, Sunshine... I just hope that powerful description of a migraine is from imagination, not experience. *S* Excellent story-weaving! *S* [This message has been edited by suthern (02-14-2003 10:31 AM).] |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
they're getting betterer and betterer loving reading these Karilea.... M xx The clouds never expect it when it rains, but the sea, changes colours, but the sea, does not change. |
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