Posted by kid_A on July 19, 2001, at 10:06:56
In reply to Re: wanna write a story?, posted by Roo on July 19, 2001, at 8:21:42
I'll be back by midnight tomorrow", she told Des Moines, her black and white cat. Despair, the sulky eyed blood hound stared at her reproachfully. "Yeah, I love youtoo", she said, giving him a slap on the rump, "But I gotta go...I'll be back soon".
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Delores stood by the door, not for hesitation's sake, not for unwillingness, a vast well of feeling that surfaced suddenly, where to go, what to do, what little planning had been made prior to this sudden sensation of movement, like the movement of the kitsch jumping beans that could be had at the store proclaiming 'everything for a a dollar'... A wan smile stretched across her face as she opened the door, the landscape stretched out beyond her like it was painted there, muddy hues of red and orange clay, smeared greys and tinted hues of blue that pressed down on the terra, an oppressive atmosphre of heat and air and raw electricty, waves of heat that distorted the distance like a funhouse mirror. She heard a truck roll by in the distance, an eighteen wheeler for sure, carying a cargo of frozen mangos or cattle feed or imigrant workers to some unknown locale, or still, returned from some remote and imagined faraway fairytale land, Ice Station Vostock with a sample of soil cores for unknown sientists harbored somewhere in the local Los Alamos area... Los Alamos with its nuclear wind and toxic rivers, Los Alamos, home of the dead and the deceased, the nearly dying and the newly born, the crippled and maimed, the rugged and strong, old and young, black and white, brown tan tope the mishmash of distorted America that you read about in propaganda literature, the tired poor huddled masses of an America disjointed, emptiness and loss, hope and dream, sex and survival, speed, heroin, valium, coca cola and moon pies, it was all here in Los Alamos, just waiting to be taken. Delores took her first step, the step always the hardest, one that drags the heel like mud and traction, tentitive and at first unsure, and then a reafirmed conviction, Delores steped out of the door, oak and painted red, long ago peeling from lack of care, stepped out and locked the door behind her.
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