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    I Remember Rivers – Tina Kennard and Bette Porter

    Story written on March 25, 2014 by Blackbird.
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    Our Godsend was the French Creole café downstairs. They were so incapable of being phased by anything having run a French Quarter café for fifty years I was tempted late Saturday night to go down there one last time but in my bathrobe. It would not have mattered. <!–nextpage–> Samuel Clemens spent a lot of

    Our Godsend was the French Creole café downstairs. They were so incapable of being phased by anything having run a French Quarter café for fifty years I was tempted late Saturday night to go down there one last time but in my bathrobe. It would not have mattered.

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    Samuel Clemens spent a lot of time in New Orleans back when everything went by the Mississippi. My artist friend had a Clemens’ quote about lightning on his refrigerator under a Dixie beer bottle opener. It read, “The difference between the right word and the almost right word is the difference between lightning and the lightning bug.” I know from a stormy battering of recent experiences how destructive the chasm in meanings can be between the right words, and all the other words in a love relationship.

    Relationships eat up words. They devour them and they eat them greedily. The cravings never satisfy, never satisfy the eternity of dissatisfactions. It frightens me how incredibly hard it can be to have even one morning a week of un-aggravated happiness. I dress for work, try to psych out Tina’s agendas and needs for the day or week and where they conflict with my own. Try to weigh my answers accordingly, try to temper my attention and my responses to make a clean break for the office where things are anything but relaxing. At least there I can openly be aggravated.

    I’m still uncertain how our relationship came back around like a sail boom in a strong wind. Thank God, I was alert enough to catch the ropes as they thrashed in front of my face and I tied them off finally catching the wind that came past me. What if I hadn’t been quick enough? What if I had been in jail for murdering Helena? What if I had missed the wind?

    Oh, it’s incalculable and yet my mind restlessly tries to figure it out in case I ever get in a jam like this again -I want the keys to get out of it. I don’t want this to be a mystery. I want this to be solved. And I still don’t know what I said or did that changed her mind to come back around like a sail broken free in a storm.

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    4. I’m still uncertain how our relationship came back around like a sail boom in a strong wind.

      Great description. I really like what you’re doing with the series. Thanks!

    6. They must serve some mighty fine coffee in New Orleans! It wasn’t weird at all, I liked the way you had them re-connect. You are an amazing writer.

    7. Hey Blackbird

      I am really enjoying the style in which you are taking us through familiar storylines with your own unique twists. You’ve captured their essence so it flows beautifully. Thank you for sharing your talent.

    8. Beautifully written. There were so many lines I wanted to highlight – shame i wasn’t reading this on kindle. Thanks for sharing Blackbird.

    10. Ok the breast milk sucking has really intrigue me like omg, and I too love the shower scene, bossy Tina but hilarious st the same time love it. I would have been so scared as I do not like storms!

    12. While working with Jacky on the book covers I did a nice, nice re-write of one of my favorite stories, I Remember Rivers. I hope you will enjoy the re-write. I find the polish to this immersive story of their love affair quite interesting and deeply romantic as well as amusing in all the right places.

      Enjoy!
      Blackbird

    13. On another re-read of this fantastic series of stories and find a re-write :)

      The stories are always great but are now made better by the super pictures.

      Thank you Blackbird.

    14. To be able to visualise the storm raging and the lightning flash across the skylight at the same time as watching Bette wondering if it would be perverse to want to taste the fluid in Tina’s engorged breasts. This for me is pure unadulterated erotica being played out between two heavenly females.

      I read quite a lot but this level of intimacy in full blown high definition is deeply moving. The freedom to let go and let guttural instinct and pure arousal run free is just immense.

      The trust between Tina and Bette to fall that deeply is truly sensational.

      Another Incredible chapter.

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