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Ailinn
Windchimer

2154 Posts

Posted - 10/20/2014 :  18:50:42  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
I love reading this, Dave. Hope things are going well in your part of the world.
Ro
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aussiedave
Swinger

Australia
509 Posts

Posted - 10/20/2014 :  21:21:47  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Send aussiedave a Yahoo! Message  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
everything is as it should be.
1. another year older.
2. more love to give.
3. and the grandchildren are forever young.

love ya too.

[..is that storm clouds on the horizon?..
or is that just my eyes slowly closing..]
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2154 Posts

Posted - 10/20/2014 :  23:02:58  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
AD-
Keep writing.
For days gone by.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2154 Posts

Posted - 10/22/2014 :  18:36:44  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
San Ysidro Gate. A half step behind he touches her wrist, her waist. Guides her through the crowd with his sure palm flat against the small of her back. They look straight ahead and not at each other. On the other side he changes her name.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2154 Posts

Posted - 10/22/2014 :  18:50:27  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Four shots of Herradura. Four cups of Sumatra Bold. Late Autumn afternoon caught deep in the warp and weave of it. Leaning in he sees the story. The picture he's looking for. "...he was a smitten father..." she says, "taught me to draw sun on water with charcoal sticks and pastel crayons. My first easel arrived by ferry when I was five." Guadalupe. Valley stories. Cups full of light in the morning. Laughing. Laughing. "...Long time...long time," he says, "...miracles in the physical world...those sunsets."
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2154 Posts

Posted - 10/25/2014 :  19:38:46  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"...flyin' down that Montezuma Grade. Flat-out open in Borrego. Four-wheelin' through them creek bed wash-outs playin' weatherman again." "76 and sunny. Back to you, Blaine..."
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aussiedave
Swinger

Australia
509 Posts

Posted - 10/26/2014 :  23:27:56  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Send aussiedave a Yahoo! Message  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
...I got my hand around the bottle.....and my foot on the throttle...
well, it's 1 2 3...what are we fightin' four
don't ask me, I don't give damn,
next stop is.............?
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Joey L.
Swinger

USA
1383 Posts

Posted - 10/27/2014 :  12:11:59  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Afghanistan?

Inquiring minds knead da dough, y'know! cuz ... 'the Future's Not' ...
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2154 Posts

Posted - 11/01/2014 :  21:41:19  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Under stars they know the change seeping through their clothes. Cool on their desert-warm skin.

"...starburn...starsheen..." he says later in the Airport Café carrying her light carry-on luggage. Crushing kisses up and over the harsh Santa Rosas.

"...the herons...he says, "...coming up out of the marsh behind the house that day...together..."

The clouds are drawn ruler-straight above silver-plated water where she stands at the sundial. Its sail tacking the hours.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2154 Posts

Posted - 11/04/2014 :  18:13:21  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Avenue of escape with Formica table. Boats sliding by a window under a November drawbridge. He loves the idea. "Not many places left in the world where they do this..." he says.

"Well...that was long ago and things change," she says. "Like hell," he says. The hill so slant in dapple light. The harbor so foreign and familiar. When she looks back his face is his still face waiting on every corner. She walks out with her eyes closed. Her hands raised high in surrender.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2154 Posts

Posted - 11/07/2014 :  18:47:25  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply

Adam paces silently over moonlit leaves. Insomnia in the garden. What color are Adam's eyes? What color are Eves? No newspapers to read. No books. No music. No art to incite them. No work. And Adam...so restless. So easily bored. Eve, intrinsically dedicated...but curious. How many hand-holding strolls did they take admiring the lush stars and perfumed flowers? What did their original hearts have in common? Love? Infatuation? Serendipity? (It seems too early for trust.) Were they soul mates...or were they both reeking of sin from the start? Moments they won't recall perilous lifetimes later when they keep meeting for the first time again.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2154 Posts

Posted - 11/07/2014 :  18:53:24  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
One stunning November in the flash-point world. Hot winds licking the leaves. Scalloped stones shimmering in chapped creek beds. "...everything carrying fire..." he said, his eye on the flickering tassel-topped grasses. His boots coming down in the Biblical dust at the first sign of Santa Ana. Smoke and adrenalin. Frisson of fear. "Oh, we've done this before..." he said, hose in hand, soaking the rooftop and each other. Cold in their clothes out of harm's way.
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BarbraG
Windchimer

1824 Posts

Posted - 11/14/2014 :  20:12:25  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
It was bio-cold in Northern Florida last night. She sat in her rocker on the porch and gazed up at the moon, shining its angelic glow among the stars. It was rich, this painting in the sky. Someone said that a craft landed on a comet and bounced twice, and now, its batteries are dying. She doubted that. A scenario like that, millions of miles away .... couldn't matter less to her. What mattered was the beating of her fearful heart, thinking that .. one day .. it would stop. Beating.
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BarbraG
Windchimer

1824 Posts

Posted - 11/18/2014 :  05:29:18  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"I'll say it again! Last night, looking out my bedroom window, long after midnight, I saw it behind the tree. It didn't see me. You know I don't believe in ghosts, right? I really don't. Not even now. I'm saying that it looked like the image of a man who resembled John F. Kennedy. It was the way his hair was cut, and the way he walked, back and forth, as if he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. The shadows were playing with his features, and I was hypnotized by the very idea that I might have to give up my belief .. to not believe. Dreaming? Not unless you can dream while drinking a cup of hot coffee. Some say he walks the earth around this time every year. Only around this time, the days near the 22nd of November. I will think about that for a little while today, but ... not for long. There are more important things to think about than the past. It's the future I fear. Yes, I'll say it again. It's the future I fear."
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BarbraG
Windchimer

1824 Posts

Posted - 11/18/2014 :  23:11:52  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Her world was shattered in just minutes when he opened his mouth to speak. She had asked him to buy her a beautiful blouse she had seen on TV, and he said no. Shook his head. After a while, she said, "You really won't buy me that blouse?" .. He said, "No"... and then, he began to remind her of all of the things that he had done and was doing for her .. a halfway decent house to live in .. a halfway decent car to drive .. food .. and on and on. Hurt!. That's what hurt feels like. To feel like you have spent years and years with someone you think you know really well, and then .. you realize you never knew him at all. She wanted desperately to buy a lottery card that would give her enough that she could give back every cent he had spent on her "upkeep" for the last 20 years. All that spewed out of his mouth when all she asked for was a gift of love .. revealed that things were not as good in her home as she had thought they were. Lie down. No, sit up. No.. go to sleep even if you have to cry yourself to sleep. No. Won't do that !!! She'll never let him see her cry. It's over. That pure and special love and admiration she had always had for him just flew out of the burning fireplace in her heart. She still loved him, but that special .. special feeling was gone. He could never give that back to her. He had stomped it under his feet with nothing more than his tongue. He had made her feel like a thing ... just a thing. A possession ... like a dog ... just to be taken care of and reminded of its true worth by moving the plate a little out of place when food was put on the floor to eat .. and .. hold back on the water a little, because records were being kept in his head about money that was being spent. A matter of time. Just a matter of time. Time matters. So do matters of the heart. So do ... matters of the heart.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2154 Posts

Posted - 11/20/2014 :  19:43:58  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
-for Javier

Oh, Mexico. So beautiful. So many children. So many guns.
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Grania
Rocker

110 Posts

Posted - 11/22/2014 :  20:13:29  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
-for Hank

Light 'em up, blow 'em out.
Hope all your wishes come true.
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BarbraG
Windchimer

1824 Posts

Posted - 12/04/2014 :  21:17:22  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
IF things keep going on the way they are in this country, the Native Americans will be able to take THEIR country back !!! Without even so much as a grunt !!! No war paint !! No saddling up the horses to ride !! No scalps taken !! It will be easy ... IF things keep going on the way they are in this country.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2154 Posts

Posted - 12/06/2014 :  18:34:43  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Sunrise shopping. Carlos, the shuttle driver is wiring a wreath to the grill of the bus. McKenna's trying to bribe him with his trademark hard candy. His sweater vest pockets full. He wants to go to Seaside which is not on the "approved market" list. McKenna's written a Yelp review. "Customer service, not lip service, etc..." his blue Bic tucked behind his ear. He wants a photo of himself and Elise at the Taco Tuesday stand. Elise smiles. (Serendipity there.) Robber tells Carlos the shuttle crowd will treat for lunch and send him home with a WHOLE chocolate mousse cake for Maria and the kids. The air is complicitly fragrant with everyone sucking red discs of anise candy.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2154 Posts

Posted - 12/06/2014 :  18:45:00  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"...iron fences and trees growing out of grates in the sidewalk. A split grid city. A sane point of view. Transportation you could depend on. I showed up on time with no stage Mom in tow. An asset in an industry with a short list of skills. Don't sweat. Don't scratch. Don't sneeze. And for God's sake, don't wrinkle the clothes! I had a caseworker I never saw in six years. Her name was Cliona McRooney. I imagined her in tweed and brown oxfords, her hair in a tidy bun. I appeared calm in front of grownups. It reassured them. It let me get on with what I needed to do." "Get away with, you mean..." he says, narrowing his eyes and raising his eyebrows, but he's still on her side.
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