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A Sea of Possibilities [Lucy Lawless ff writing contest entry]
Hold me close won’t let this go,
Dream catch me,
Dream catch me
When I fall…
Or else I won’t come back at all.
How cliché. Drinking herself into a dull haze before going out, to a club, with women half her age skulking about in their tight jeans and white belt, looking as much like that DJ-girlfriend of that…Lohan, whatever her name was…
Helena gave a shudder. She knew far too much about the world of American popular culture for her own good. It was time for a trip to the desert, or maybe just London, wherever…anywhere but here, if only for a short time.
Things were ok, really, just sort of dull. Some things stood out, usually when she went off on her own, on the beach, with the waves and the living blue water.
She felt lonely. For the first time in her life, she explored that word. It curled her tongue and made her scowl. Lonliness…
Thinking of her children again. They were the reason for her lack of impromptu vacations. Her kids had school, and if she wanted to see them at all she had to bend her schedule to fit Winnie’s. Not that she was complaining, this was what she’d signed up for, but still, that old restlessness had re-emerged and she felt itchy to go somewhere.
Clouds sped across a fast-darkening sky. Helena sighed to herself, sipping her drink—it was only 6pm, she didn’t give a shit. Her life was off the rails—off the fucking rails, Shane would say, as though it was something to be celebrated.
The LA skyline at dusk beckoned her to a renewed sense of lethargy. She wanted to skip this night of stupid debauchery and absurd desperation. They were not 21 years old any longer, she and her group of vagabond lesbians. Yet they insisted on this ridiculous ritual, going out almost three nights a week, drinking too much hard liquor and dancing, flirting and/or (choose your own adventure) fucking whichever woman caught their attention for longer than five seconds.
All human beings needed ritual of some kind. But damn if the lesbians of LA couldn’t come up with something better than too-hot yoga, morning lattes, and a steady stream of women who all seemed to sort of look alike.
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**Clapping & Smiling**…Bravo!
Thank you ma’am, may I please have another. So very glad to see you again, HB. You know I’ve missed you. Sweet story, well done.
Hello My Friend… I am honored to have been able to give you that little nudge to get you out there for this challenge… I know you have been infinitely busy with life and academia and I truly admire your focus… your conviction to pursue your life’s ambitions is inspiring and life altering… it really opens my eyes to my own future and I realize I truly do have one… as always your words just amaze me… they are charged with such raw emotions and such truth… the love and passion and honesty you put within each and every word electrifies the senses and just evolves each and every time… you are completely brilliant… take your time… enjoy life… and trust in everything you have for you truly are a gift… mucho love and hugs, Justin (Latin Nephew to those Salsa Angels)
Loved it great story, Helena is so sexy.
That was a great story. I loved it. Thanks for popping your head out of where ever to write it.
Hello HeleBette, I loved that wonderful and magestic melodrama. Good to have Helena meeting her match and someone who will constantly challenge and intrigue her. Sparks flew when Parker and Helena were together. Loved that the rest of the gang were aware befdore Helena admitted it to herself. I would love this tale to run and run, telling soem fo the amazing adventures that these gals would share. Just magical, with a touch of fine romance. Loved it all. Many thanks for the enjoyment and entertainment. Your Loyal Fan.
Great story helebette =)I really enjoyed it. It was an interesting story I love what you did for this challenge =)
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