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    Lost & Found, Ch 8

    Story written on June 24, 2007 by TMerlin.
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    And there you’ll find me.

    (She heard a knock at her door.  She couldn’t imagine who it would be at this time of day.  It was early evening and she typically didn’t get any visitors unless they called.  Shane would drop in periodically but she was with her very recently.  She approaches the door and has a look through the peephole.  ‘No…it can’t be,’ she thought, as she quickly pulled back from the door.  Maybe she was hallucinating, maybe her inner struggles and desperate feelings of want and need and just confusion had gotten to her.  Her heart was almost seized with the turmoil of her inner thoughts and senses.  But she drew a blank…all she could do was approach the peep hole again and investigate whether she really was just dreaming.  Just before she got there she jumped, like someone had surprised her from behind, as she suddenly heard a voice from beyond the door…)

    VOICE-  “Hellooooooo…”

    (‘It can’t be,’ she whispered to herself and quickly looked out the peep-hole after regaining her composure, though her heart had started a rather harried beat at this point.)

    VOICE-  “Are you there?!  It’s me!”

    (She swallowed.  Slowly, she grasped the doorknob as her forehead leaned lightly on the door and her eyes closed for a moment to recalibrate.  She stands straight and starts to open the door, slowly putting herself in the crack and then the opening, and then gazing into the smiling eyes she thought she might not see for quite some time…the eyes that struck her so hard not long ago…the eyes that captivated her and yet tortured her young soul.)

    EVANGELINE-  (Smiling…her hands moving upward in some dramatic ‘here I am’ gesture…)  “You are shocked my friend?  I am here!  It is me!”

    JUSTINE-  “Oh my God…”

    EVANGELINE-  “Mon Dieu?  Mais Non!  C’est moi, juste Evangeline!”  

    JUSTINE-  (Her mouth practically hanging open…)  “What…I can’t believe…you’re here!”

    EVANGELINE-  “Oui, I am here!”  (She moves in a bit closer and touches the younger woman’s face.)  “Give me a hug silly…”  (They embrace.  Neither wanting to reveal too much but both with their eyes closed to absorb the feeling of each other’s embrace.)  “My friend, how are you?  I missed you.”

    JUSTINE-  “I missed you a lo…as well…”  (She pulls back slowly and shakes her head.)  “Come in…”  (Evangeline walks in slowly, taking in the sights of Justine’s home.)

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    2. Good, glad to see you back. Too many authors/stories disappearing these days. Poor Justine visiting that proverbial place between a rock and a hard place. Ah, Edith and the Greeks. The Greeks surely could be elegant, but were some patriarchal bastards. If Tina likes that sort of thing, may I recommend to her Robert Graves’ “The White Goddess” (ie the moon) for an exploration and celebration of the feminine in mythology. Mindblowing in the best sense of the word. Sort of like stumbling upon the ONE.

    5. Merl, this is wonderful, and I must say that I do feel bad for Justine. I am happy to see you grace me with a chappy before bed. Cannot wait to see how this develops even further. PPS

    6. I love how Bette and Tina gravitate to the same beach to think and clear the heads. What is ironic is that they are both plagued by the same thoughts of the other woman. Can’t wait to see more of the Bett and Tina saga

    8. ohhh Merlin, thank you for your post, but you only gave me 2 pages, that wasn’t enough to even wet the palate. ok ok 2 pages was better then nothing, i look forward to the next chapter. I think it’s time tina lets bette know what she is feeling.

    9. I love this tangle of women who are all set afire by your expression of their urges. It’s so fun to read I love the way your mind works. Thanks for giving us this great tale.

    10. Yeah your back! I agree with funnyone – too many stories/authors just disappearing these days. Glad to see you are still dancing with the muse. But we need more! LOL PPS

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