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La Mer
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It was Australia. Typical hot Aussie day. It was beautiful. The water was great, the waves plentiful. My score at the time was in the top three. I hitched a ride on this great curl, I was just about to reach the end of the tube, when I saw that dreaded shadow, then the world was upside down, then I felt the most unreal pain, and I knew I was a goner. But something happened, someone saved me. This person came out of nowhere and smashed the shark in the nose. It all happened so fast. Then I blacked out, I couldn’t make out the person. I was pretty sure that she told me to hold on.
After that it’s all a morphine educed blur. Emergency surgery aided by the tourniquet that my rescuer made for me saved my life. I lost a lot of blood and from what the doctor told me I was lucky to be alive.
So you would think that the woman who supposedly loved me, you would think that she would have visited me at least once? Nope, she was too busy trying not to get investors to not back out of contracts for events I was unable to attend, due to obvious reasons. My own mother wouldn’t take a trip down ro Australia to visit her own daughter. Mama told me “Carmen we cannot afford the trip.” So here I was wounded alone, seven months without seeing the ocean, feeling that offshore breeze, the calmness of the nothing as we liked to call it. Couldn’t walk, couldn’t do the simple things, no girlfriend, no friends, no family. And to top it off I was going to start rehab with a guy…Shane McCutheon…..
I sit staring at the wall till the quick efficient knocks take me out of the current round of self pity that was taking all my concentration. I took a deep breath this guy was going to help me. It’s his job. Just relax and do what the man tells you…..I say come in and this woman with a great tan, totally messy chin length bed hair I guess was the best description walks in, gum snapping, swagger, totally cool completely sexy. She is reading my chart. And she stops dead in her tracks when she sees me. And I forgot what I was saying….
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Hey I havent read this yet, but I wanted to say I was just listening to NIN’s La Mer on my ride home from work about 10 minutes ago. I dunno, it’s kinda weird now that this is the title of your new story, but I like it! I can’t wait to read it.
very new twist, I love it. Your writing style is so pleasing I knew I was going to like it before I even read it.
Yes! I am loving this new fic of yours! You have a great flair for writing first person narrations. And this story premise is ingenious!!! I love the fact that you blur the “Shane’s the pants and Carmen’s the skirt” line that alot of other fics seem to hold on to! I am hooked onto this fic too, so I am going to be greedy and say, POST BOTH YOUR STORIES SOON!!!~~~
I likey! This is different. You have a nice, breezy style.
I basically love everything that you write…like this. I hope you continue this soon!
Awesome! im hooked already. Please continue :)
Fuckin’ awesome, Baby-girl!!! Please update both of your stories!!!! I’m so hooked and I give you like an infinite number of stars and thumbs up!!!! You go and do your ‘thang’, Babe and like always from me, LYLAS ;-p
Shane’s last name is spelled McCutcheon.
“…everyone is doing the 9 to 5 barely clinging to life….” I fucking hate that line. I hate it because I’m a 9-to-5er, and that line is the goddamn truth. Weird thing is I love it for the exact same reason. As for the rest of the story, I’m diggin’ it too. I thought the beginning was all Shane, but, surprise, it was Carmen; that’s when I knew you were writing another fresh keeper.