Of all the gin joints...
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When the challenge was announced, I thought of two things. This was the first. Hopefully the second will come of something, too. A lightweight at 226 words.
In All the World
by JennyB.
I stood on the tarmac and watched Stella climb aboard the little puddle jumper that would get her to Edmonton where she could catch a plane home. I could feel the breeze extra cold on the place where she’d kissed my cheek. Without hearing or seeing, I knew Fraser stood behind me now, sheltering my back from the wind.
“Why do I feel like Victor Lazlo?” I asked him, still staring at the plane as it taxied out for takeoff.
“I don’t know, Ray. If we were to look at the metaphor, it’s I who should feel like Victor Lazlo. After all, you just put the woman you love on an airplane.”
I finally took my eyes from the plane and turned around to look into Fraser’s. “Loved, Fraser. Past tense.” Just in case he forgot why I didn’t get on that plane, too.
“Just remember, Ray. You’ll always have Paris.” He didn’t smile with his mouth, but the crinkle around his eyes that said he was happy and knew everything was all right.
I leaned into him, letting his warmth seep into me as I gave him a quick kiss. He’s not much on PDAs, but it wasn’t like anyone who cared was going to see us out here. “Come on, Rick. Let’s go. I think there’s a gin joint around here that's playing our song.”
In All the World
by JennyB.
I stood on the tarmac and watched Stella climb aboard the little puddle jumper that would get her to Edmonton where she could catch a plane home. I could feel the breeze extra cold on the place where she’d kissed my cheek. Without hearing or seeing, I knew Fraser stood behind me now, sheltering my back from the wind.
“Why do I feel like Victor Lazlo?” I asked him, still staring at the plane as it taxied out for takeoff.
“I don’t know, Ray. If we were to look at the metaphor, it’s I who should feel like Victor Lazlo. After all, you just put the woman you love on an airplane.”
I finally took my eyes from the plane and turned around to look into Fraser’s. “Loved, Fraser. Past tense.” Just in case he forgot why I didn’t get on that plane, too.
“Just remember, Ray. You’ll always have Paris.” He didn’t smile with his mouth, but the crinkle around his eyes that said he was happy and knew everything was all right.
I leaned into him, letting his warmth seep into me as I gave him a quick kiss. He’s not much on PDAs, but it wasn’t like anyone who cared was going to see us out here. “Come on, Rick. Let’s go. I think there’s a gin joint around here that's playing our song.”
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Date: 2003-09-26 04:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-09-26 04:18 pm (UTC)Where he always will be, whereas Stella got on the plane. Sounds like the beginning of a beautiful friendship to me!
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Date: 2003-09-26 04:20 pm (UTC)Lovely.
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Date: 2003-09-26 04:26 pm (UTC)::happy sigh::
walks a man who is not mean....
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Date: 2003-09-26 05:18 pm (UTC)Awwww .... warm fuzzies all around! This was so sweet. It makes me fall in love with them all over again.
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Date: 2003-09-26 05:30 pm (UTC)that was just lovely!
happyhappyhappy
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