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What do you mean? Paul asked.
"Well," I said, "The last several days I have heard some talk going around the office. Talk about someone going to be getting fired, someone getting promoted, and new owners."
Paul chuckled a bit then asked, "What about all of that makes you so uncertain?"
I turned and looked right into Paul's eyes, "Because whenever I walk into a room where this is the conversation it abruptly stops and the topic changes."
Shaking his head Paul walks over and claps me on the shoulder, "My friend, you worry yourself to much."
Looking at his face still, the confusion clearly even more apparent in my face he grinned and said, "Seriously don't worry about it. I am sure if you were the one who was going to get fired your boss would not have been so obtuse in letting it out. Not to mention as I recall it, just last week you told me that you had been told ?that there were some big things within the company coming your way."
Hearing this from him brought a smile to my face.
"Your right," I replied, "I do tend to worry to much. That is why I had to asked you about this, you can always come up with the right this to say and bring a smile to my face."
****
The next day any call for feeling so ambiguous was gone when I pulled into the office parking garage. (The layout of the garage was such that all of manager parking places were marked with a sign, designating whose spot it was by both title and name. Along with these markings all of them were near the front of the garage on the ground level.) Low and behold as I pulled into the garage not only did I notice a that previously regularly filled space was empty but that the sign had been changed also. The name on the new sign took my breath away like the rush of air leaving a balloon, it was my name!
Seeing this change in the sign brought back all the talk that I had been hearing and it all added up.
"Oh, I agree. He needs to go."
"Most defiantly she will make a spectacular replacement."
"I can not wait to see the look on her face when she finds out."
"I can tell you what the look on my face is," I thought as I parked in my new spot and got out of my truck. "It is the look of someone who is so shocked and pleased that my face is in need of a new make-up job."
It is truly astounding how an event such as this not only brings tears to my eyes but enough of them that I have to redo my make-up before I can allow anyone to see my face. I guess all that ambiguous worry was for naught. Maybe next time I wont get so distraught over small talk that I am not a member of.
(Maybe next time I'll read through my posts more carefully and not have to edit them so much. :P)
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The whole idea of it makes me feel
like I'm coming down with something way unreal.
I hope it's not just a case of deja vu
I really want this time to be brand new.
Is it lots to ask that when I fall in love,
disaster not surround me like a hand in a glove?
I've grown oh so tired of being played for the fool
Gods grant that this time be no proof of a rule.
Jenny, Jenny, love of my life
hold my hand and don't let go,
I love you and you love me,
Sitting in a tree, K I S S I N G
Ok, it's not great, but the wish is there!
Jake
'The whole idea of it makes me feel like I'm coming down with something like,’ Perrie's head reeled with possibilities. ‘They’ll think I’m crazy!’
'As did they the first and second time I Awakened you.' Annessau gave the FirstBorn a moment to absorb her words before restoring the next appropriate memory.
‘Even I think I’m going crazy. ...’
Perrie’s comment trailed off into a more private line of thought. She already witnessed certain peoples reactions to recent changes in her behavior. And she knew exactly how they would react if she told them what she believed these days.
‘They already use your words and actions against you,’ Annessau interrupted, ‘in whatever manner suits them.’
Perrie barely heard her mother’s voice when she sensed something waiting and ready to be seen. Perrie closed her eyes and focused on the vision unfolding just behind her eyes. She saw herself sitting cross-legged a bed in a bleak and colorless room. The bedclothes were white and void of comfort. A dresser sat to one side of the room; an aged chair and desk, strewn with paper and a few books, decorated to far side.
‘When you finally managed the courage to file for divorce, your loving husband had you ruled mentally incompetent and put away for losing touch with reality.’
Fear rippled down her spine rendering Perrie momentarily unequal to a reply.
‘A thing you have so far managed to avoid’ Annessau finished. She used this memory to help foster the FirstBorn Daughter's acceptance of the severity of her situation.
‘Even the counsel given to eventually plead your case, cared not-–much less believed-–whether you were wronged of your freedom or rights.’
Having once again found her voice, Perrie asked, ‘So things have changed that much this time?’
‘You should already have been in that room.' Annessau spoutted bligthely. 'I should already have absorbed and spoke for you in that court room.' She gave Perrie time to weigh the notion. 'When you refused to allow him his way of things, when you challenged his seeming authority over you, you took away your husband’s–-and their-–power to control you; strengthening the efforts of those who sought you.’
Perrie knew her actions alone had nothing to do with the true reason the current time line no longer duplicated the past. But. She did fully recognize her role and could no longer ignore her place in the history she had no choice but to retell.
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Not exactly the half of a sentence I would have used--- BUT! It did spark a more complete version of a scene I'd yet to fully write.
Good exercise, Eleyne!!!!
Blessings,
L.L.
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Moving this one up...
Laura
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down with something
and i want to just crawl under the covers
into the fetal position
i feel like a baby
too big to cry but
too sick to know it
did i feel safe
back then?
was i afraid of the dark?
did i have ideas then?
did i ponder?
what were my dreams?
i wish i were a baby
again
i wouldn't be aware of anything
but being hungry
and feeling wet...
Sorry I missed this, Laura. I've had a couple of less-than-optimal weeks.
I'm delighted that this partial sentence served as the springboard to move your story forward. It does allow Perrie to express her feelings about what is happening to her and how she feels about these memories. (And you know you don't have to keep it when you put everything together at the end.)
Good work on your project.
I enjoyed your poem, Cindy. And your feelings came through very clearly. This has a desperate feel to it.
Good job.
No real worries, eleyne! I do understand!!!! I've had too many weeks, here of recent, where I'd like to request a DO OVER. My writing actually feels like a source of relief lately.
THANKS! Where it will eventually is anyone's guess at this point. (~: It was a good exercise for me.
Blessings,
Laura
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