Tuesday, July 31, 2001
UpdatesSlipping of the Tongue
Added five stories in Fuel Injection:
Fear and Bullets
Taste in Men
Light of Dawn
Whispers in the Dark
The Perfect Present
posted by SweetMaddness 2:04 PM
UpdatesSlipping of the Tongue
Added four stories to Intersection:
Rainy Day Games
A Warrior's Soul
Someday...
Save Me
posted by SweetMaddness 2:01 AM
Monday, July 30, 2001
OursWhen we started this there was no talk of mine and yours. We didn't label what was who's, it was all just ours. But now there is no us and I see him slipping the copy of Rent into his suitcase.
I remember the day we bought that. It rained for two days, forcing us inside, and when it finally stopped all the sidewalks sparkled like diamonds. We strolled down them, hand in hand, the smiles on our faces out shining the re-emerging sun. We slipped into the record store, ignoring the disapproving glance of the counter worker as Tony slipped his arm around my waste. Then later, back home, the rain started up again. It pattered against the bedroom window as we made love to the sounds of I'll Cover You. We held each other all afternoon, letting the disks play on repeat as we told each other stories of the beautiful life we'd lead together.
I waited until he left the room. When he went to get his things out of the bathroom I moved to his open suitcase, finding the thick CD case. He could keep disc one, it was half his after all, but I took disk two. He finished his packing, throwing razors and shampoo into the bulging leather bag, then with a few curt words was out the door. The rain started up again, covering the house with a blanket of water and drowning out all sounds of the world beyond. I opened the CD player, put the disk in, and cued it up to the track I wanted. Without You came through the large speakers, wrapping around me as I laid on our bed feeling the emptieness.
posted by SweetMaddness 12:26 PM
Sunday, July 29, 2001
On my way home today I saw a rainbow. It's only the third rainbow I've seen in my life. The first was back home in the midwest. I was young, I think around 7, and was at church for some reason. The woman leading our group took us over to the church doors and showed us a small rainbow arched across the sky, telling us how it was one of God's miricles and things like that. She wouldn't let us go outside to see it, just had us huddle against the door, everyone shoving (practically clawing and biting) to get a better look at this miricle. I remember staring up as it curved above dead trees and decaying houses, two other girls pressing against my back and trying to push me out of the way. The rainbow wasn't all that vibrant. It seemed sad.
The second one I saw was a year ago. I'd recently moved to Florida and was at work. I decided to eat my lunch outside and enjoy the aftermatch of the recent rain (I was used to Indiana rainstorms that were bitter cold and uninviting so the warm Florida rain was a pleasent change). Sitting there, picking at my chicken and rice, I looked across the parking lot and there it was. It was big and vibrant, seeming to light up the entire sky. I knew I had never seen anything so beautiful in my entire life.
Then today, driving down the road, we had one of our spur of the moment storms. Florida looks so alive in the rain. Everything gets green and vibrant. And up ahead, like a guide pointing me to my destination, was another shimmering rainbow. I know why I moved to Florida now, why I was called here. Because this is a place of true beauty. Not just any beauty, but the kind that reaches inside and wraps around your heart, filling you with hope and love and piece of mind. You can't halp but feel special when surrounded by such wonder.
posted by SweetMaddness 8:06 PM
