Repost: Tiny Tuesday (m)

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Wed, 09-05-2001 - 10:15am

Repost: Tiny Tuesday (m)


This week, try to write a story (less than 500 words) that ends with this phrase:

... but I never looked back."

Have fun,

Mac

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Wed, 09-05-2001 - 4:34pm

My exercise


“Aaron, meet me at the creek at midnight,” I purr into the cordless phone.

“I know it’s risky but I want,” I say before I end the call and sit on the bed.

I open my yellow bathrobe and apply lotion all over then I pull on a red thong and cover it with faded jean shorts. I reach for the black bikini top, strap it on and use a black cotton shirt to hide it. Walking to the mirror, I pick up the hair brush and run it through the red strands then I add some cherry flavored lip gloss before I put on my tennis shoes. Satisfied with the results, I open the warped window and shimmy down the rose trestle to the ground.

Smiling I stroll into the darkness. I follow the hedge tree row and listen to an occasional owl hoot. A warm wind dances along my moist skin as I notice the splatter of stars breaking up the sky. I travel a quarter of a mile to the creek lined with oaks, cottonwoods, maples and elms to a clearing where I spy Aaron sitting. Sneaking up behind him, I touch his shoulder. “Gee, you scared the hell out of me,” he says jumping up. “You know Mr. Riddles will shoot us for trespassing if he catches us, he’s a strange, old coot.”

“Relax,” I say before I trace his lips with my tongue while my hands roam over his chest.

Aaron halts the kiss. “Did you hear that?”

I laugh. “That’s was a frog leaping into the water.”

Lifting my shirt off and then pulling down and stepping out of my shorts I embrace him. Aaron caresses my breasts as I run my hands through his blond spiked hair and moan with pleasure.

“Carla, I swear. I hear an engine running.”

“I don’t hear anything. Now don’t tease me, please me man!”

We sit down then lay upon the cool dirt. He rolls on top of me.

A high pitch scream cracks the air and gun shot follows. Jumping up, I bolt out of the area but I never looked back.

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Wed, 09-05-2001 - 10:44pm

Great job, Maria (m)


Your story was very suspenseful and I think you included a lot of details that I knew exactly what Carla looked like.

Mac

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Thu, 09-06-2001 - 12:19am

It's a Tiny Thursday for me and I should (m)


be in bed already but here's mine for this week. If there's any typos please ignore them--LOL.

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As I waited for Mr. Wright from the pharmacy next door to decide on what he wanted for breakfast, a middle-aged man entered the diner. He strolled down the aisle and then plopped himself down into an empty booth, paying no attention the “booths reserved for two or guest sign.”

After yelling my order to the cook, I picked up a pot of coffee and headed in Ricky’s direction. “Coffee, sir?”

“How much is it?”

“Fifty-five cents,” I answered.

“You get refills with that?”

I glanced over my shoulder to see where the manager was and then said, “I’m only supposed to give two refills but I’ll let you have more if you want it.”

“Why would you do that for me?”

Looking at his tattered Army jacket, I smiled. “I don’t know. You seem like a nice enough person to me, that’s all.”

“Uh. People’s always feeling sorry for me, thinking I’m homeless. But I gotta home.” His eyes shifted from my nametag to the menu he had held. “’cept my wife won’t let me live there. I got money though,” he said, patting the front pocket of his jacket.

“All right. How about I charge you another fifty-five cents on the fourth cup of coffee?”

His smile revealed the front tooth he’d lost. “Okay, but I’ll probably only have three cups.”

As I poured the coffee, he chuckled to himself. Something about his laugh reminded me of my fiancée who had died in 1968 while serving his time in the Vietnam War. “Would you like to order something to eat?”

“No, I’m not hungry. Just wanted some coffee to knock off the cold out there,” he said, putting the menu back into the metal holder.

“Let me know if you change your mind.”

Several times I refilled his cup and he politely thanked me. Each time I studied Ricky a little closer. “I almost married a guy from the 25th Infantry Division of Red Thunder,” I said when I noticed the colorful patch on his left sleeve.

Slamming his hand on the table, he said, “For real? What’s his name?”

“Harold Ushery,” I said, picking up the plates from the table behind him.

“Damn, what a small world. I knew ole Ush Hush well.”

When I came back from the kitchen, I noticed the booth where Ricky had sat was empty. On the table rested a torn and tattered photo of two men; I recognized Harold right away. Beneath the picture was a letter. I blinked away the tears as I read it; losing Harry had been one of the most painful events in my life. I was young, pregnant and unwed. The father of my child was drafted into the Army four months before the birth of our son. My hands trembled as I opened the yellowed letter.

“Dear Loretta,

If you’re reading this letter, I will be finally be at peace knowing that my buddy Ricky has found you. I know that I may be able to look into your beautiful eyes again and maybe not ever see our new son. I’m in pretty bad shape, baby. But I wanted you to know that I’ve thought of you every minute I’ve been in this God forsaken country and if there’s anything I regret the most is leaving you at the train station that day. But you know what I always said, ‘Always look to the future.’

I love you, Harry

PS… I should’ve ran back and kissed you one more time but I never looked back.”

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Thu, 09-06-2001 - 8:50am

Good story Mac. I think I need a tissue. I had a feeling (m)


that the old man would turn out to be her long lost lover....but you surprised me. Great Job with the ending!

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Thu, 09-06-2001 - 8:55am

LOL....Great story Maria. I loved the ending!


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Thu, 09-06-2001 - 10:43am

Great story Mac (m)


So sad but very touching. I too thought like Thia, about the ending. Loved the twist!

maria

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Thu, 09-06-2001 - 10:47am

My TT (alittle late)


Mooney Lake

In the quiet, secluded cabin that overlooked Mooney Lake I plan my death. Sitting beside the wood burning fireplace, I daydream that Jake is here with me. I write my family a good-bye letter. I try to explain that the last nine years of my life have been nothing but sadness.

Relaxing in the garden tub and listening to the cool sounds of nature, I ponder on every detail of my death. It would appear to be an accident, like I was drunk and unintentionally wandered into the lake and drown. Everyone knew I was not a strong swimmer. The rental people would come tomorrow and find all my things still occupying the cabin, they would find the letter and they would find the gate to the lake open. They would find my body in the lake.

I wait until the three-wick rose scented candle burns and drips into the tub. I drink the bottle of vodka and place the empty container next to the dissolved candle.

The fresh air slaps against my naked skin sending chills over my entire body. I stand on the front porch and close my eyes, dreaming of Jake. Dreaming of his hands on my body, dreaming of the impassioned life we had years ago, dreaming of Jake calling me to the lake.

I slowly step into the ice cold water, strolling out, feeling the liquid wrap around my flesh. Raising my chin to gasp my last breath of life and hearing Jake call my name from the dock but I never looked back.

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Thu, 09-06-2001 - 2:58pm

This gave me chills (m)


but I loved it. Great job, Thia_d!

Mac

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Thu, 09-06-2001 - 6:35pm

Great story Thia- d ....n/t


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Thu, 09-06-2001 - 7:57pm

AND YOU SAY YOU HAVE A HARD TIME WITH ROMANCE? TSK,TSK,...(M)


..tsk. I think you did just fine with this little hot piece! Thanks for sharing, Sammi

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