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Oasis Part 1
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“Your home!” The scream pierces the silence of the living room, waking me up from the doze I had fallen into when I landed on the lounge chair. I was exhausted, and while I missed my friend dearly, that feeling far from made up for over the 70 hours it took me to travel home.
“No, I’m not. I am still in the middle of the African desert. This,” I gesture at my body, arms sweeping and eyes adverted to my feet, “is just some sort of illusion.” I couldn’t resist the sarcasm, sometimes it was too easy to wind her up and the opportunity had to be taken whenever it arose. I am sure it’s written in a gospel, if not it really should be.
“Pshaw,” She cried jumping onto my lap and wrapping me in an embrace. Pathetically tears pooled; sometimes I didn’t realise how much I missed a little human affection. Spending months essentially or actually alone in some of the most remote parts of the world doesn’t inspire much of a social life. “I didn’t expect you home for weeks Bette, when you had your check up.”
It was nice that there were people at home who remembered dates, important dates. Having friends, no family that loved her unconditionally was one of the things that she was most thankful for. “Somehow a message made it half way across the world alerting me to a miracle.”
“Have you become the next Ghandi with a direct link to God?”
Shaking my head I couldn’t help but stare at her. We may have been friends for most of our lives, but that doesn’t mean that I understand her at the best of times. My current exhaustion and her ADHD induced exuberance did not constitute one of those times. “Alice, I’m talking about you.”
Her eyes widened almost comically “Me?” I couldn’t help but laugh, she reminds me of Roger Rabbit on crack some days; the exaggerated gesticulations at herself and the melodramatic way she enunciated just sold it. “I’m not Ron L. Hubbard.”
Alice was one of the most exhausting people I have ever known. “You are aware that not every religion, or cult, are related.” The perplexed puckering of her brows told me the answer more then any words every could.
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Wow! What a treat to have two stories from you now. This is a great start and I can’t wait to see where you are going to go with it. Please post again soon.
Thank you for such a great beginning! Love Alice and can’t wait to see where this goes. pps
I like this start please continue just give us Tina and then we will be complete. We have a lot to be revealed to us. Let’s get this party started. You’re right “Light” is very heavy but you are telling the story in such a creative way and with such powerful emotions that one can not help being fully immersed in the story yet see all the love that is very evident within the characters, and their flaws. Makes you want to shake some of them till they rattle. PPS
Wow, Deean! This is surely a good start for a fresh new story! Can’t wait how you may unfold it. Please take us along on the ride. *wink* We know it will be amazing. PPS Hugs and kisses on both your cheeks. – Lucero & Marsha (Proud Salsa Aunties to the ever loving JC and Eunichick)
It doesn’t HAVE to have Tina in it to be complete and a wonderful story!
I just read it again… yeah my mind was beyond immersed… and OMG the way you make environments feel alive… the way you personified the desert and the feelings… that was just amazing… I cannot wait to see what you do next and well… you blow me away… I’m going to have to re-evaluate my own writing… cause you are an inspiration… “Words, once they are printed, have a life of their own.” – Carol Burnett I can tell you straight out that your writing your words your literary soul do just this… love and hugs, JC
Hello My Beautiful Dee… I can totally understand what you mean by sometimes taking some distance from one piece and starting another… sometimes we need to refocus… and well… this is completely amazing… so very different but so much like your other one… you harvest emotions… you have a powerful soul that is just so full of emotions… so full of passion and powerful emotions… I am in awe… I am blown away with just how incredibly beautiful and brilliant your literary soul is… I hope to talk to you about your creative process… your desire and love for words is an inspiration… wow… just beautiful… love and hugs, JC (Latin Nephew to those Salsa Angels and ever loving Cuzzie to the ever Talented Eunichick)
WOW this is scene is so alive makes me feel like i’m really there! don’t rush any of ur stories!:)PPS
Well indeed this is something different and I am definitely interested to see what happens in here. Many questions popping up. There is a light and humorous touch while we are also seeing something hard and painful underneath. Catherine Bell is a Scientologist too?? She is hot all right! I can definitely understand why you want to take a break from the other one, it is soo heavy, but so finely crafted as well. Looking forward to more here!
what happened to bette why is or was she so sick?Al is a good friend to have i like the plot