On going story....
This is a story that I have been writing for some time now. And I thought that once a month I would add something to this story. The story has no title right now and I thought I would have a little contest to find a one. Let one of the readers name it. The winner will have the honor of being listed on the monthly updates of the story and a bead and bone choker (see contest rules). Also please feel free to send me ideas on the story and I will list your name as a contributor. Please remember this is just for fun and nothing else. So on to the story....
ON GOING STORY BY Loribeth Hawkeye
TITLE BY (see contest)
CONTRIBUTIONS BY (none as of yet)
As I was sitting in the lobby of the bus station, a man came up to me and said, "Do you suppose you could sit here all day and just make a whole new life for yourself, just while you wait for this life, this time to pass by?" Cussy, my little mixed up pup, as I called her, started to growl. Well, I just didn't know how to accept what he said. After all, he was just a little man with long ragged, blue-black hair and very tiny eyes. The kind of man who, if you had seen on the street, you would have thought to yourself, "poor little man." As, I tried to hold Cussy still; I noticed he wasn't dressed very well. And I kept thinking to myself, "thank the gods it is summer time." He had on one of those tank tops; you know the kind, with the trim on the armholes and around the neck. It went down to his knees. That made me smile. It made me think of when my little brother, when he was younger and how he would always want the clothes ten times to bigger. I guess I kind of looked at this man in the same way, almost as a child. But there was something about his eyes, something about the question that he had given me, as if they were connected. I looked around at the open room, as he stared at me. Awaiting my response. I thought of all the people in this huge open room that he picked me. Picked me to seek an answer.
He stood there. Looking at me. I was looking around the room and still holding Cussy tight. It seemed as though I was drawn to his eyes. It was almost impossible not to look at them. I did try my hardest not to. I really did. I just wanted to sink into the hard round wood that I sat on. Finally, I just looked at him, with a confused look and said, "What?" And without even a simple breath, he asked me again, "Do you suppose you could sit here all day and just make a whole new life for yourself, just while you wait for this life, this time to pass by?" I looked at him with the intention of being a total bitch and heard my own voice low and soft and carefully saying, "I guess so." And with that he simply turned on his little feet and left. I watched him walk away. Watching him grow smaller and smaller. Feeling as if I needed to grab him and scream, "Why did you pick me? Who are you?" Then as if I was hearing a voice from my past crawling up my back I heard, "Bus number fifty-three to Tama, Marshall Town, and Des Moines now boarding at, I didn't hear the rest. I grabbed my bag, my hat and Cussy and got on the bus.
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