On Going Story, Part Two
The Title Contest is still going on for the On Going Story. Please have your idea for the title in no later then the 23rd of July. I will make my decision at that time. Please see the Contest Link on the Welcome Page for what the winner gets and the rules. Have fun, Loribeth Hawkeye
ON GOING STORY BY Loribeth Hawkeye
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PART TWO
Mike was nowhere to be found. The air was still warm from the hot day. I could feel it climbing up my legs from the hot ground. I decided to hold Cussy in my arms.
Waiting for my bag, I kept an eye out for Mike. I was growing more agitated by the minute. I guess I should have called Mike instead of relying upon e-mail. But Mike lives on his computer so I thought he would have gotten his e-mail. Who knows where he is. Just like a brother, make the sister wait.
After getting my bag Cussy and I sent outside. It was a perfect evening. Not a cloud in the sky. I was home. Everything pretty much looked the same. Like most Midwestern towns, town square, specialty shops (for the tourist), taverns and the towns people passing by on the way to the movie, where it was cool, or to the ice cream store. Still, there was a certain something about this town. As I let my eyes follow the line of this square town, my eyes rested upon the corner store where, right above, our apartment had been. The apartment where my life with Trisha had began.
I was 21 years old. She was 28. How did I know, she looked my age. I am sure she new in town. She was wonderful and so dark. I knew the minute I saw her she had my heart. I thought I knew love, by the time I was 20 my heart had been broken more often then not. Man after man or maybe it was boy after boy. Mom always said it was because I left it open. Whatever that meant. Anyway, It was Saturday and I was picking up some videos for the family that night that was when I saw her walk in. She wasn't very tall and she was kinda round. It wasn't like I had never seen a dark woman before. Hell, the Rez was right down the road. But there was something about her. She seemed to have moved like fog in the fields in the morning. It was almost haunting. Why was I so attracted to her? I was sure I was not a lesbian. Ya, sure I had thought about it. Never had I acted upon it.
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