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1.7 Tina
The magic of the movie industry; turning a somber autumn day to look like the 6th of June 1944. The soggy sea sand sucked my leather boots in as I oversaw the carefully recreated shoreline, the distant sound of crashing waves was surreal as mock landing crafts loomed at the horizon, poised to disembark troops onto the shore. The beach was a chaotic blend of meticulously placed debris – upturned boats, sandbag barricades, and scattered weaponry – all artfully arranged to evoke the chaotic intensity of battle.
’Silence!’ The Director yelled. Sliding my headphones in place I took my seat in the open booth and enjoyed those few seconds of absolute silence, adrenaline rushing through me.
’Action!’ Uniformed actors, embodying the courageous soldiers of yesteryears, stormed the beach with astonishing realism. The authenticity of their uniforms and equipment was striking, down to the canteens strapped to their sides and the helmets cradling their heads. The tension in the air was palpable, as simulated gunfire and explosions added to the immersive spectacle.
Tom blocked my view and I lifted one ear cup. ’What’s the problem?’
His blue eyes looked troubled. ’Do you have a sec?’
Behind the booth he dug the tip of his Timberland in the white sand and hesitated. ’I.. uhm, shit this is wrong. Forget about it.’
I placed my hand on his shoulder, encouraging him to speak. ’Whatever it is, tell me. We’ll fix it.’
’It’s private. I don’t know anyone else who.. you know. It’s about pregnancy.’ He lowered his eyes. Behind him smoke drifted through the air, mingling with the sounds of shouted orders and the cries of wounded soldiers. The resonance of distant artillery underscored the relentless struggle.
Briefly I looked up at the sky. ’It’s ok, you can talk to me.’
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Hey ladies,
Welcome back!
I do remember Renee and the story of last year. I totally loved that one but this rewrite is catching my interest as well.
My heart is breaking for Bette and Tina, i want to cry for them and hope and wish they will find the love they once had.
And Renee being so sick, no cure possible. The catalist for Bette returning to Paris.
I’m looking forward to read the other parts.
A re-write? I’m curious to see what you’ve changed. I loved it the first time around and was waiting for an update.
Well, I’m off to reading now. :-)
It still hurts a lot to see T & B so miserable and unable to look at each other, let alone talk to each other.
I’m hooked again. Please more! :)
I was exciting seeing the tittle (not knowing of the meaning of 2.0 was). read the story eagerly, thinking it was another chapter of the other story. but then I read, Renee is still alive? hmm.. must be a past story, then.. I thought.. hmm.. it’s weird, the storyline seems different from the one without 2.0.
then I read Author Note, I should have read it sooner… hehehehe.. (so sorry.. I didn’t read the author note from the beginning because how eager I was to read it) so it is different story, with almost the same background .. and now I wonder what is the difference from the other one? well… my impression reading this one is less bitterness, a lot of stubbornness from both side,, and that makes me wonder what happened with them?
I love both stories, and can’t wait for the next one.. and thank you for sharing your work with us..
Ooh you’re back!! Thank you :)
I must say that this story is rather confusing to me… As you have no introduction into any background on this story. Who is Renee? Who is “I”… what’s going on… I am sorry to say that after 3 pages I simply quit reading as I still had no clue as what I was reading. If you are depending on the reader having read another story to figure out who these people are and what is going on, then you need to say so. But your story is like waking up and finding yourself somewhere you have never been before with people you do not know and why you or they are there… With any good story… you cannot assume your reader knows anything…. you must tell the reader what they need to know to get into the story..
I do remember your last story…. but I also remember that I had a great deal of difficulty following who was talking in your dialogue sequences… thus, I had a great deal of difficulty discerning the story line… Is this Bette talking or is it Tina? I guess some enjoy that style of story telling… I will say that I enjoyed Desert Rose far more than Uncharted Territory.
Good luck with this one. I wish you much success…