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Lets write a best seller.

Started by Fred, October 06, 2013, 12:18:00 AM

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It was always Lucy. Always. Whenever they were seen together from their youngest years it was always Lucy people remembered. Twins true enough but Lucy always stole the show. Always. Mary was just as pretty and smart as her sister but the gift of charisma didn't didn't find its way to Mary. Mary loved her sister but grew tired and despondent being the unseen twin. Lucy couldn't possibly understand the tearful wonderings Mary shared with her because they were twins for Gods sake and what Lucy had so did her sibling. At least to Lucy.

Mary moved to Sedona at the urging of Cecil who built a name and following for himself creating artworks using hay and ceramics. Cecil did quite well for himself and met Elsa at an artist retreat outside Sedona and they became an instant item. She herself a noted technical writer. Mary once again fell by the wayside.
As fate often dictates Mary found herself fascinated with all things copper. She made unique cookware, wall art, wood and patina'd copper sculptures and the list grew until demand for her works became so great she had to sequester herself in the sandy arid embrace of the compound she built for herself over the years in her desert environs.

That's where it started at least that's what Mary thought. The darkness of the closet Cecil "healed" her in long forgotten as young peoples shenanigans are often forgotten. She had men of course, any man she wished as a matter of fact but going out in public became impossible so great was her notoriety. Mary told herself she would still find the right guy through friends even if she didn't leave her enclave. That's what she told herself.

Those little smile lines around one's mouth, the tiny wrinkles spreading out like sun rays from the corners of her eyes seemed bigger, more pronounced these days than those of her girlfriends. They noticed how pronounced they were too but loving her as gal friends do they made light of them offering all manner of beauty magic suggestions to allay Mary's growing concern over what looked back at her in the mirror. Sweet Mary became less and less available, hosted far fewer parties and shared less of herself with those girlfriends closest to her.
"It" progressed. "It" got worse moving all over her once clear and lovely skin. And she lost weight. Good Lord she lost weight her skin sagging, taking on a sallow parchment texture. Her physical movement was still as fluid and sure as it had always been but what the hell was happening to her otherwise she had no idea. Her trusted go-to medical sources told her it was a dermatological malady that they would control with collagen, Botox and all manner of cutting edge skin elixirs. That's what they told her and she believed them..........for a long while she trusted their knowledge and expertise.
"It" continued to ravage her until she decided the desert was the cause. Yes, that's it! It's just too damn dry here, why didn't I think of this before? Why didn't her medicos think of this as well?
She began a search that took her to the Canadian wilds, frozen yet beautiful Alaska, Hawaii and points Asia. Anywhere but dry.
It was an idyllic newly built but modest home she finally found in ever so green and moist British Colombia perched on a small island she felt must surely have been made just for her. The damp climate felt so healing to her flesh and the privacy of her conifer retreat couldn't have fit the bill her needs required any better. She was done looking for a place to heal to rejuvenate to find the youth of her age that was being stolen from her. The first year was wonderful and she made mainland friends who would come for weekend visits. New confidants touted the good traits of this eligible bachelor or that one.
One such weekend invitation only gathering found her introduced to Gerard. He was an unassuming but charming handsome man a tad beyond Mary's years with a decidedly bad boy facet to him that rekindled those warm things men bring out in women. He told her he was a man of the forest and indeed owned and lived upon a neighboring spit of land awash on all sides with the same healing waters Mary sought redemption in. Outdoorsman, fisherman, chopper of his own firewood and master of his own destiny her told her. Mary was hopelessly smitten by this Woodsman. Yes, he was a man of the forest alright, one who needed a familiar. More than an assistant but less than a lover. He need a deep woods wraith to walk the nights with. Another to teach the owls their song and bend the smoke of fires....to practice the ways of those long lost and forgotten. The ancient ones.

FLY NAVY/Marine Corps or take the bus!

Fred

So Mary was happy. But as Autumn turned into Winter again and Mary regained her beauty, she began to realise that her little island paradise in BC left a lot to be desired. It was much to isolated for a beauty such as her.
So Mary decided it was time to pay a visit to Jacko, her one true love. She thought........now that I'm so beautiful, he surely won't be able to resist me.
So she put in a call to Lucy. When Lucy picked up the phone she was surprised to hear it was Mary.


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After the shock had settled, Mary told Lucy of her life since they last met, how she met Gerard, and how boring things have become.  The more that Mary said, made Lucy reflect back on her life.  She recalled how Lucy and her met Jacko in Paris, and the affair that she had with him.  It was a memory she reflected back on often as she had a portrait that Jacko had drawn of her on a red velvet divan dressed in only her natural beauty and an oval silver locket that was given to her by her deceased mother.

Lucy awoke from her memoirs just in time to hear Mary say " Lets both go to

Fred

 

Thanks for helping out Back N Black   :2thumbs:


Tomorrow is promised to no one.......drive your Charger today.

Fred

Quote from: stroker400 wedge on October 07, 2013, 09:39:33 PM
After the shock had settled, Mary told Lucy of her life since they last met, how she met Gerard, and how boring things have become.  The more that Mary said, made Lucy reflect back on her life.  She recalled how Lucy and her met Jacko in Paris, and the affair that she had with him.  It was a memory she reflected back on often as she had a portrait that Jacko had drawn of her on a red velvet divan dressed in only her natural beauty and an oval silver locket that was given to her by her deceased mother.

Lucy awoke from her memoirs just in time to hear Mary say " Lets both go to

get counselling. The maybe we can become friends again. But that wasn't Mary's true intention. For Mary was no longer interested in Lucy's welfare and had thought up a sinister plot to get rid of her.


Tomorrow is promised to no one.......drive your Charger today.

JB400

Mary had heard of the affair, and lay witness to the event that resulted in the sketch.  Although she had a nice life with Gerard, she longed for the peg leg, Jacko.  Mary let Lucy decide on the counselor while she went to see the gypsy that only visits at eve of a full moon.

Fred

Meanwhile Jacko, although still very much in love with Lucy was allowing himself to be lured into Mary's web of deceit.

2000 miles away in the BC wilderness, Gerard was in a panic. He couldn't find Mary anywhere and after several days of searching, was wondering whether he should report her disappearance to the police.


Tomorrow is promised to no one.......drive your Charger today.

JB400

Having given up on any chance of her coming home that day, he jumps in his truck and starts down the long twisty road towards town which is 80 miles away.  All goes well on his trip through a meadow of wildflowers and native grasses.  Then, about halfway through his journey, he hits a fork in the road.  One way leads toward the mountains in the distance, the other leads to a dark, dingy forest.  Gerard looks in his glove box for a map, but finds nothing but a couple old fuses.  After a little deliberation he decides to choose

Fred

the way of the dark, dingy forest. Driving more carefully now,he wonders how he could have gotten so lost. He knows this country like the back of his hand, or so he thought.
"This can't be happening to me" he thinks, "I must be dreaming". But he pushes on until after an hour or so he realises he's been going round in circles. All of a sudden the air is rendered with a piercing sound so loud he screeches to a halt. Beads of sweat covered his brow. He listens intently. But all is quite now.


Tomorrow is promised to no one.......drive your Charger today.

JB400

Gerard gets out of his truck and looks around.  Nothing looks familiar. Just trees barren of their leaves.  Not even a song from a bird pierces the quietness.  Suddenly, a crackle of thunder scares the quietness away and rain begins to fall.  He gets back in the truck and turns the key.  Nothing.  Lost in the woods, worried about his wife, Gerard is now a foot.

Fred

The rain is coming down in great sheets turning the ground to mud. If only he could get his bearings.  Where in heaven is the town. With no clue as to his where abouts, he forges ahead but as the sun sinks deeper and dusk is turning to dark, he realises there's nothing more he can do except find shelter for the night and hunker down. And with only thoughts of dear Mary to keep him warm, he drifts off into a restless slumber.


Tomorrow is promised to no one.......drive your Charger today.

JB400

Meanwhile, Mary took up residence in a penthouse apartment in the heart of Sedona.  She knew she had to get even with Lucy for the affair with Jacko so many years ago.  But first, she had to gain the trust of Lucy again.  But where was Lucy?  They talked about getting together to meet a counselor at some point, a couple days ago, but hadn't heard from her since.  Mary went to the white painted cabinets and pulled out a crystal wine glass, followed by a bottle of Chardonnay from the stainless steel fridge.  She poured her a glass, and then walked through a sliding glass door, and placed herself upon a lounger on the patio.  The dry air blew through her hair and filled her nose with the scents of the area.

Fred

Back home, grandma had to go to Walmart again but this time she thought...... "I won't get caught out again" and hopped on her bicycle. It was touch going though because the seat was missing so she couldn't sit back. Still, there were some advantages, hunching forward in this particular way gave her such impetus that she found herself overtaking hemi chargers.


Tomorrow is promised to no one.......drive your Charger today.

JB400

that were broke down along side the highway.

After hearing that her sis wanted to reconcile, Lucy packed her bags and loaded up the car. She wanted to tell Michel but he  was no where around.  "He must of went lobster fishing with the neighbors," she told herself.  She scrounged up a half used notepad and left him a note that she placed by his reading chair in front of the fire.  She then grabbed her keys, her purse, and her cell phone, and headed out the door.  As the door closed, a breeze entered the house, and blew the note into the fire.  As the fire consumed the words, Lucy was on her way to the nearest train depot.  She was off to go meet Mary.

Fred

Mary was feeling quite contrary about the men in her life. At the moment she couldn't decide which of them she wanted to be with. Was it really Jacko she loved? Or Gerard. A sense of cold dread came over her as she was thinking of Gerard. Something's happened to him she thought, I know it has. "I must go to him at once. Lucy will have to wait". And as she speeds off down the road, all thoughts of Lucy and Jacko are forgotten and she realises at last there's only one person in the world that she truly cares about and she must find him at all cost.


Tomorrow is promised to no one.......drive your Charger today.

JB400

After a long night of sleeping in the truck while rain begged to get in, Gerard awoke to the same eerie quietness that greeted him when he first entered.  He gets out of the truck and then digs through it to find what he could use.  He finds an old Coke bottle, 47 cents, a couple of cigarettes, a package of cheese crackers and an old hoodie.  He packs up his supplies, and locks up the truck.  Now, he's faced with a decision: does he go home and wait for friends that routinely show up from time to time, or does he march on to town.  Having looked at both ways, he makes his decision.

Fred

And they all lived happily ever after.

THE END.


Tomorrow is promised to no one.......drive your Charger today.

JB400


Fred

CHAPTER TWO..........


As Gerard heads south, dawn is breaking causing him to realise he has veered off the two lane black top leaving him disoriented. He tries desperately to gather his thoughts and get his bearings when something up ahead catches his attention.


Tomorrow is promised to no one.......drive your Charger today.

JB400

It was a cute little squirrel, playing with his nuts.  Not wanting to bother the squirrel, Gerard goes off the road, and wanders into the woods. The sounds of birds singing pleases him, and he decides to stop, and take in the sounds and smells of the woods.  

Fred

Meanwhile Mary was driving like a bat out of hell in hopes of finding Gerard. She's desperate to tell him how she feels but shake this feeling of dread.


Tomorrow is promised to no one.......drive your Charger today.

JB400

Suddenly, she comes up over the hill and sees his truck.  She panics, and hits the brakes too hard, causing her to lose control.  The rear of the vehicle swings around, and catches a covert, which somehow flips the car.