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    In Shadows Love, Part Three

    Story written on December 30, 2006 by windrider.
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    An invented backstory for Marina

    Marina let them into her apartment, allowed the driver to carry their bags and boxes inside, tipped him well and closed the door behind him.  “Well,” she took a deep breath, “how do you like my little hideaway?  The guest bath is there,” she nodded toward a doorway.  “You can take your shower now, if you like.  I’m going to fix myself a drink.  Can I get you something?”

     

    “No, I’m good.”  Jenny looked around the room.  The space was so Marina — simple but elegant, from the furniture to the rugs, to the paintings on the walls.

     

    “There’s more of me here than you know,” Marina called over her shoulder from the bar, in her spooky precognitive way.

     

    Jenny walked up to the largest paintings, stylistic almost primitive works in oils, set off by several smaller charcoal sketches and pen-and-ink drawings perfectly spaced to complement the larger paintings.  They reminded her of something she’d seen before but she couldn’t quite…. “These are nice. Who did them?”

     

    “I did,” Marina said casually.

     

    “Really?  Did you fly me all this way to…” she wagged her brows “…look at your etchings?”

     

    “Among other things.”

     

    Jenny was drawn to a small painting behind the bar.  A beautiful woman, breathtaking really, with copper-toned, strong cheekbones, dark auburn hair, dark dark eyes, but they were flat and empty as midnight.  Her eyes flicked the question to Marina.

     

    “My father painted that,” she said carefully,  “his not-so-impartial view of my mother.”

     

    “She’s beautiful,” Jenny caught Marina’s eyes with her own, “like you.  I can’t imagine that her eyes were that soulless.”

     

    “They weren’t,” Marina looked away in silence for a long heartbeat.  “But I barely remember her,” she said softly.

     

    “Did she die?”

     

    Marina gave her an unreadable look but Jenny could almost taste sorrow in it.  It made her heart hurt.

     

    “I’m…I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked that.”  Jenny rounded the bar and reached up to enfold Marina in her smaller arms.  Marina said nothing but lowered her head to Jenny’s shoulders.  The fall of her tears on Jenny’s skin said so much more.  “Oh, Marina, I….” 

     

    She reached up and touched Marina’s damp face, closed her eyes, and ran her fingers across her brow, her cheekbones, her nose, lips, tracing her jawline with fingertips barely touching, looking with only her hands, her senses.  When she opened her eyes, they were full of wonder, as if she’d just seen Marina for the very first time.

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