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    Phoenix Rising

     

    “It’s all right.” I assured in a voice so small I almost didn’t recognize it as my own. I could feel the lump growing in my throat and knew that tears were not far away. How could this woman still affect me this way?

     

    “Please, let me take you out to dinner, even if only as an apology. Please allow me that.”

     

    My defenses were failing fast and I found myself nodding as Dylan watched me intently. An infectious smile grew across her face. God, she truly was one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen.

     

    “Thank-you, Helena, you have no idea what this means to me.”

     

    The rest of a conversation was a blur, I gave Dylan my cell phone number. She waived me down a cab, held the door open as I got in and then she was gone from sight.

     

    The cab driver made his way uptown with relative ease, it’s never too hard at this time of night. I keep playing the conversations with Dylan over and over in my mind. It’s like she’s here, keeping me company as I make my way home. I know that she is something that I shouldn’t want. She’s part of that life I swore I’d left behind. The one where I was successful through everything that had been handed to me and I’d never known what it was to earn respect. My stomach churned at the thought of what might happen now that I had no wealth to speak of. I certainly couldn’t support Dylan’s career in the way I would have then. There was no limit to what I would have done for her, if she’d only given me the chance.

     

    “Eighteen, forth-five” The driver’s gruff Brooklyn accent pulled me from my thoughts. We had stopped outside my complex. I duly handed the driver a twenty, picked up my purse and existed the cab into the brisk fall evening.

     

    My stomach tightened with nervous excitement as I thought of seeing Dylan again tomorrow night. I tried to tell myself that it was just a chance for us to clear the air. That it would bring that chapter to an end, but there was something in Dylan’s insistent approach that told me that we were about to embark on a new chapter and that thrilled me almost as much as it scared me.

      

     

     

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    Comments

    1. HackGirl, my very sophisticated reaction upon seeing your post was ‘Yay!’ Thanks for this – I hope you find time, interest and inspiration to continue writing & sharing.

    2. i’ve just re-read “if it makes you happy” and so excited to see your post. i scanned through the first few paragraphs and thought it was a Helena & Tina story and couldnt continue. then again… it is you. i could not refuse reading your writing. boy, am i glad i did. hoping to read more. you’ve been missed, hackgirl.

    3. Wow it really is glad to see an “old” name writing again. First, no apologies for it not being a Bette and Tina story, I truly felt that Helena and Dylan were good together and that there was so much that could have been done between them. This is what Helena needs to pull herself together, to realize that it isn’t all about money (Peggy’s lesson). Good start, post soon and thanks!

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