Tiny Tuesday

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Tue, 02-26-2002 - 8:46am

Tiny Tuesday


Hi everybody. Since we had so much fun with the alphabet exercise of planting three words into our piece a few weeks ago, let's continue that with the letters D, E, and F. Try to place these into your Tiny Tuesday in any order you wish: dandelion, Emmeline, and funky. Remember, have fun, and happy writing! Sammi

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Wed, 02-27-2002 - 7:57pm

Keep em' comin' girlfriend! You'll have that mystery book written in no time. kat


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Well done, You get 2 thumbs up for this one!


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The Serenade, {a tiny, ti-nee tuesday, on Wednesday.}


His drunken drawl meanders on the hot night air winding its way up threw the Weeping Willows and into my half open bedroom window.

“Emmm-LLL-ine, won’t you be mine. I’ve waited SOOOOOOO long, my sweet dan-DI-lion. My arms ache for you, so PLLL-eee-sss say you do, love mEEE too.”

The neighbor dog howls in tune. I throw back my pink lace covers; I can’t believe I liked this stuff in high school, and march over to the window. The glass rattles as I throw my window up and pop my head out. There’s Bert sitting in that funky old T-bird his grandma gave him.

In a loud whisper I beg Bert to go home, “Shhhhh! You drunk fool. Go home, Bert, we’ll talk tomorrow.

“But Em, you haven’t answered my question. Darlin’ I need to know if you love me or not.”

“Bert, I told you I needed time to think on it a bit. Now go home before you wake my parents and the neighbors.”

“Not ‘his time, EM. I can’t let you ssss-lip away again.”

“Bert, I didn’t slip away. I simply walked out the door while you slept off yet another hang over.” His mop of blonde curls buries the red steering wheel as he rests his head there. He gently begins to rock his head back and forth.

“Go home, Bert, we’ll figure this out tomorrow. Bert? BERT!”

Damn fool, passed out again. Well, at least he won’t be driving tonight. If he weren’t just about the nicest man I’ve ever known, I would’ve tossed him out a long time ago. It’s hard to let the first love go. I climb back into bed leaving the covers scrunched up at the foot of the bed. I tuck my knees up and hug them close to my body, and remember longingly when he loved me more than Jim Beam.

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Wed, 02-27-2002 - 8:44pm

Way to jump in with both feet! kat


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Wed, 02-27-2002 - 11:09pm

I like Part II, Heather (m)


I really liked how you connected the woman at the end with the woman from the ship. Cool!!! You slipped in the words so casually that I had to go back and look for them.

Great job working in the details of the terrorist and the wave radio as a communication link.

Mac

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Wed, 02-27-2002 - 11:28pm

Now that was clever, Ramona (m)


using Emmeline as a hair product. Neat idea! I really felt like I was in Terry’s head so great job on character development.

Mac

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My very first TT - Summer of Love (stuck in the sixties with no place better to go)


He called her Emmeline for no reason she could find. She asked him once why he called her that. “Because you have the aura of an Emmeline,” was his reply. What exactly was her aura? She hoped that it was warm and good and glowed with pretty colors.

They spent that summer bathed in the freedom you can only know when you are seventeen – or eighteen if you are very lucky. All their waking hours were spent together. There wasn’t a little shop in their tiny town they did not explore. No tree in the park escaped their picnics. No bend in the stream at the edge of town was free from their languid gaze.

The small movie theater in town may as well have had reserved seats for Jason and his Emmeline. Every Friday night at seven o’clock, he bought the tickets and they left their little town together for the adventures on the big screen. They talked about the movie from the end of the closing credits until midnight, sometimes over coffee, sometimes over a banana split.

One Friday afternoon in late August, a friend from school walked through their park. He bopped and bounced to the music of the headphones on his ears. “Hey, Jason! Sarah! How’s it going?” He dropped the headphones around his neck to talk with them.

“Hi, Lennie. We’re doing just fine, aren’t we, Emmeline?”

Sarah smiled and nodded. “Just fine.” She wished that Lennie would go away.

"Say, Jack’s having a party tonight. You guys should come. You know Jack and his funky music. Diane’s mom is making pizza. It’s gonna be a great time.”

“Sorry, Lennie. We’ve got plans.” Jason looked at Emmeline for agreement.

“Any day but Friday, Lennie. Have fun and tell Diane hello for us.” She really didn’t want to attend a party with Lennie as a guest. They could catch up with the rest of their friends some other time.

“OK but you’ll be missing a great party.”

“I’m sure we will.” Jason squeezed Emmeline’s hand.

As Lennie moved on, dancing to his music once again, Sarah whispered, “You know I never liked him.”

“Me either, Emmeline.” He kissed her cheek, jumped up and plucked a Queen Anne’s Lace flower from the edge of the park. “For my princess,” he said on his return, placing the flower in her hand.

“Then you must be my prince.” Sarah now rose to pick flowers from the wild ground outside the park.

Jason sat still on the ground, looking up at the clouds. He loved his Emmeline and knew there was not much time to be together. The clouds in the sky were all white and puffy. Jason felt a heavy black cloud in his heart.

“Yellow like the sun.” Sarah sat beside Jason, arms filled with dandelions. She began to weave the stems together until finally she had a wreath for him to wear. “For my prince of sunshine.” She placed the dandelion wreath on Jason’s head.

“I might wear this crown forever, Emmeline.” His fingers wandered up to touch the flowers.

“It will wilt quickly, Jason. Besides, you’ll look funny going in to see a movie with dead flowers in your hair.” She giggled and waved her hand at the crown of weeds.

A few hours later, Jason escorted his princess to see “The Graduate,” wilting yellow and green crown still on his head. They came out of the theater singing the songs from the movie. Simon and Garfunkel had a special meaning for them, as did “counting the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike.”

In just two weeks, Jason would be off to Princeton and Sarah would leave for UC Berkeley. It was a grand time to be young and in love. It was not a good time to be separated by almost an entire country. This was their summer of love. There was no telling if they would have another. Sarah hoped beyond hope that she could come home to Jason to be Emmeline again.

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Short but sweet (m)


I liked it, Kat. Bert’s speaking (hehehe or should I say stuttering parts) came off perfect. Thanks for sharing your TT with us. Sounds like the start of a good story!

Mac

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Thu, 02-28-2002 - 2:42am

LOL...


Kat where do you come up with these? Oh I love it. Bert's dialog is perfect. I am glad that I was never serenaded like that. At the end I could feel her desperation.(?) The last line really hit me.

Thanks for sharing,

You never cease to amaze me! Keep it up.

Jade

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Thu, 02-28-2002 - 2:48am

JB


Oh how sweet. You did a wonderful job on this TT. I am glad to see you posting. Keep up the great work.

I really loved the way they kept their plans and the flower part.

WTG (Way to go)

Jade

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