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    Daily, together and apart # 20

    Story written on August 3, 2007 by Braz.
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    The red pickup truck that had stopped Bette’s path of green possibilities, had crashed hard on the passenger’s side of her car. The impact. The pick up didn’t stop after the collision. It was like a hungry monster, an Nemean Lion, who wanted to devour its victim.

    Previously

    Bette thought that now, maybe, they’re on the right track. Tomorrow would mean a start. That’s all her heart desired.

     

    Bette saw the long avenue… All sighs: green. Bette laughed at her childish, but allowed herself to sighed, “That must be a sign…”

     

    That’s was her last thought, before the powerful impact.

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    Impact. Metal. Hardness. Shock. Glass. Sound. Confusion. Pain and relief.

    The red pickup truck that had stopped Bette’s path of green possibilities, had crashed hard on the passenger’s side of her car. The impact. The pick up didn’t stop after the collision. It was like a hungry monster, a Nemean Lion, who wanted to devour its victim. The speed made the red car refused itself to stop, pushing the mass of metal deep against her blue Saab. The smashed car invaded the other road and found a black Corolla, which was stopped at the red sign.

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    It seemed a moment and also it took a year of time. When finally the cars stopped, before Bette’s body collapsed, she could hear herself thanking, “Thanks God … Tina is safe.”

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    Tina was chatting with the sympathetic taxi driver named Danika.

     

    “Yeah,  she’s beautiful. She’s almost three. She’s very smart, sweet and she loves art just like her mo…”

    Tina felt a freezing breeze wrapping her soul. The blood was drain from her face. Her heart beating fast.

     

    “What? Are you ok? You turn pale suddenly… Do you want me to stop?” Danika, from the mirror, saw Tina terror expression.

    “I…don’t know… I…”

    Tina couldn’t answer, but there was something wrong. She knew there was something wrong.

     

    Danika started to slow the speed. “Sorry… I have to slow down… I think there might be an accident …” But the driver was still worried with her passenger. “Are you all right?”

     

    There are some cars already stopped and people using their car extinguisher at the crashed cars to avoid the fire and the danger of an explosion.

     

    Tina’s taxi was getting closer of the portrait of destruction.

     

    “Wow…”, Danika said, frightened for the drivers.

     

    Tina’s heart was racing. She began to have a view of the cars involved at the crashed.  She could felt her heartbeat screaming all over her body. And her eyes didn’t deny her. When the taxi was slowly crossing the scene, Tina could see, through the side window that, inside of that desolate scene she saw the part of a blue Saab and that’s led Tina to recognized the feeling she had just felt. Their connection.

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    1. what do u mean tomorrow would never come?????? is this a tibette or not????? No more death and drama….PLEASE!!!!!! Don’t let Bette (and even Tina) die PLEASE!!! It won’t be a Tibette anymore!!! If this is the way u’re going can you enlighten me, before hand ??????

    3. Fantastic chapter Braz. Holy pooper scooper man, what great drama. Live everyday to the fullest is the message I get from this one!! But I can be convinced to join the posse too…..so watch out!!

    4. Please do not let Bette Die. This is not fair to either Bette or Tina and most of all to your readers. They have to talk and Tina should go and tell Bette that she loves her and only her. PLEASE DO NOT LET BETTE DIE!!!!!

    5. Wowwwwww :((( it’s official… if Bette dies, I will help Rau and Eddy… covering the whole Globe… we cannot not catch you … BUT as we all know… Bette is probably the worst driver (just count how many car crash she had JUST on this site), but also the luckiest… (so far, I don’t recall a story where she actually DIED in a carcrash…)… so don’t make me lie, and don’t change the score… if she has anything more than scratches… we’ll get you !… (and a kidney transplant won’t do it… she already got one of Dana’s – can’t remember in what story though ;-)) So come on, post soon, and a good health bulletin… or else !!!!

    6. Ok, what happened? I’ve been silently reading this story. And now, this story takes a hell of a turn. You can’t let Bette die! Tomorrow will come and you must make it so (lol). Great story.

    9. Braz, wow first you leave me sexually fustrated, and now at the edge of my seat what a ride!!! Speaking of rides the answer to your question is, HELL YES I love bikes!!! I was pretty sad when Indian Larry passed away,his bikes were and still are my favs. Please don’t let Bette die because I’ll cry!!!Thanx for posting babe!!!

    12. Well now that Rau has tried with a threat, I will try blackmail:-) How much for a happy ending to this Tibette-wreck as it were? What are you after? Money, jewelry, declarations of love and world peace – just tell me and I will see what I can do:-) PPS

    13. Howly cow! do sure do know how to write some scary scenes here..The paramadics, police etc. will arrive in time, right…RIGHT *frightend voice* They cant be seperated now!!!

    14. Braz, I remember when I first read this last week, my jaw almost hit the desk. Of course in time, a smile graced my face, as I just had a good idea you were just going to tease everyone with a bit of, good old fashioned Drama! LOL. You know all too well just what I think of your writing, and overall creativity in a number of areas. I’ll be checking my email. Thanks hun, and terrific work.

    15. Whoa – Whoa. Stop right here. You can’t Bette let die. You have written in the 1st chapter that it is a TiBette story. You know what you has to do therefore. You will fix this – right. Otherwise I follow Rau. We came and hunting you down. Promise. (LOL) Please post soon and make my heart easier.

    17. OMG….you can’t just leave it like that! I loved it though because everything in it felt like my own personal truths…you can’t wait until tomorrow to say things to people you love

    21. Dear author, this powerful chapter of yours is such a tribute to the most fragile thing ever : present moment. Past scars, future hopes, it means nothing facing the second that can break everything but regrets and remorses… You began their journey to each other again with both palpable attraction and this connection that is only theirs, and I shared the ride with all my hopelessly Tibetter’s romantic heart. And here, the impact is terrible, feeling how tiny life’s thread can be… You’re right, so painfully right : we always think we have time to arrange things, time to reconnect, time to repear, when suddenly everything can be erased… That’s why I choice to believe that your pretty threatening last sentence must be understand like a general warning for all of us instead of the end of our beloved two’s so beautiful slow reconnection, full of silent fireworks and striking stares (“Her eyes reached for the image of peace. That sky that once belonged only to Bette. That sea that only Bette’s once possessed to navigated: Tina’s eyes” – that’s truly beautiful, dear talented author, a piece of poetry). Crossing my fingers and toes, I’m silently begging you for an as-fast-as-possible update ! ^_^ Thank you for sharing with us.

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