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[Cameron]

Aww, thank you Merrily, I am so glad you liked my story.

M....

[mariez]

                           Germ of an idea

        She sat in the library.  Thinking the strange feelings and thoughts she
had had the night before.  That lonesome cowboy.  Her mind traversed the lure of him again.  Was he a friend of those young men?  Did he wish to join the group, but was too shy to risk rejection.  Had he been called by another name, or remembering some long ago time?  Had he lost someone dear and long ago, or was it a love he wished to recall?  How many years since he was young and vital, alive and happy?  Or was he forever one of the lonely souls?
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So glad you continued this, Janice. "Or was he forever one of the lonely souls?"  That is beautiful writing - heartbreaking - but beautiful.  (And 100 words!)  I loved your comment about "if that's not fed up.." - you've got a great way with words.   

. . . .Ennis felt his heart jump.  “Hey, you in there?”  Ennis sat up on the bed, not knowing if the pounding was at the door or in his head.  “Hey, you in there?  You gotta be, open the door, gotta talk to ya.”

Ennis slowly walked to the door……

Oh, Marl - now what?  Bill Jensen?  You've got me hanging off a couple of cliffs! 

Marie

[ifyoucantfixit]

             here Merrily is the linc to that pot story:

http://bettermost.net/forum/index.php/topic,7810.120.html

  its #6 on the page.  no name...

[Clyde-B]

Hit me directly in the heart. Makes me feel sad for Ennis. If only, if only....

Thank you Penthesilea, made me tear up too.

You set that up so perfectly, Clyde.  Very, very nicely done. 
 

Thank you Marie, now if I could only figure out what I did, so I could do it again! 

[Clyde-B]

A Good Day

The partygoers watched in stunned silence as L.D. let out a high-pitched squeal and pranced to and fro, waving his hat in the air. 

Jack felt the laughter bubble in his chest and his eyes met Lureen's in a moment of complicity, both of them turning their laughter into coughs as they turned away. 

Best Fourth of July he'd had in a long while. 

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Stick it to him Marie!   

[Clyde-B]

           
                He stood that way for quite some time, watched the boys playin pooll   One of the ladies in the corner was writing something down on a pad. she looked up now and then watched the guys in   back, and got an odd look on her face as she watched him standing there.  He shrugged it off but it made him feel kinda uncomfortable. In a rather disturbing, but still unfearful way.  Like she was seeing him in some oddly different kind of way. Like he might be one of them zoo animals he had heard tell of.

Wonder if you find carved into the top of that table with a sharp pencil: 'A.P. wuz here?'

[Clyde-B]

Childress, Texas June 1989 [Part 3]


"What?" they said in unison.

He smiled at that. After all these years together he and Ennis often acted as one.  They finished each other's sentences; they knew when a kiss or the touch of a hand would soothe the other's troubled thoughts; they fixed each other's favorite meals; they divided up chores with a nod of the head. And they could communicate encyclopedias of thoughts in their glances. 'God, how I love him! Thanks for answerin' my prayers.'

"We're getting ready for the parents' dance, and want you on the dance floor with us."

"Together? I don't know, son. Is the Childress Hunt Club ready for that?"

"Jack..."

"Ennis..."

"Dad, Pop... how about one at a time, with my bride?"

"Okay, I'll go with the flow. How 'bout you?"

"Yeah, me too. So long as you save the last dance for me."

"Wouldn't have it any other way, cowboy."

They brushed lips, untwined, and hand in hand followed the other happy couple towards the bright lights of the Club. 

I'd pay money to see that dance!!!! 

[Clyde-B]

    ‘Riverton Library Public Cooling Center.’  Ennis felt out of place here.  He liked the quiet, the solitude, even the musty smell and it was more comfortable than the hundred degrees in his trailer, but books weren’t his friend.  Reading was just a blur, even when he could make out the words he wasn’t always sure what they meant. 
     Room after room, shelf after shelf, book after book, more words than he’d spoke his whole life. 
    The combined wisdom of mankind, he’d heard; Words are power his momma had told him, but where were the words that would bring back Jack?


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[haunted_by_bbm]

Janice I still can't find it.  Maybe I am just missing it.  Can you tell me the date it was done?  That might help.

Thanks.

Merrily

I remember that one...was laughing so hard, sprayed water all over my keyboard.    

[haunted_by_bbm]

Visit

“Awake?” 

“No.”

“Got the kids comin’ soon…and they bringin’ the heathens with ‘em.”

“I know.  Just that…”

“Whut?”

“Like what we got right here.  Too damn comfortable.  The solitude…don’t want nothin’ else right now.” 

“Maybe we can get Junior to take the little ones to the library this afternoon for that reading program they got.”

“How you know ‘bout that?”

“Checked into it last week.”

“You gettin’ so damn organized.  Don’t have to get up yet.  Got another good half hour…at least.” 

“You figure you gonna last that long?”

“You mighty cocky.”

“I’ll show you cocky.”

“That was my plan.”

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