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I Remember Rivers – Tina Kennard and Bette Porter
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I put my arm around Tina’s shoulder, “Thank you for the rescue. I get a tunnel vision, you know? Blinders on and I can just disappear.”
“It’s your way of coping right now.”
“Narrow the field of intake.” I nod.
“Bette, I need you to cope with something else right now, too, though. Listen, the baby is due really soon. You’ve got a lot of things going on all at your house.”
“Where would you go?” I feel myself getting unsettled.
“That is what I need you to focus on. We may need to go somewhere else. Think about it. Can you see me giving birth there right now?”
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My house is on the ocean side and fairly high in the desert hills and heavy rains are rare here. But as a storm comes down from the canyon tonight it wakes me up from a dream that has painted me with sadness. I slip out of bed and tip toe past Tina sleeping to look in on my father. His breath is rough and a moan twists out as a word in his sleep. The light in the hallway flicks on and erases the dimness of his room. I feel Tina beside me.
“I don’t think it’s going to be long, Baby, prepare yourself.” She says as she rubs my back.
“I think I have.” I say resolutely.
“Why do you think he had such an endless pervasive indifference toward me. He was capable of completely erasing me as I sat right in front of him.”
I walk over to my father’s bedside table and pick up a photograph of me and my mother, blonde-headed like Tina. “I wondered.” Tina agrees and nods. She takes the photograph from me and puts it back on the table. “You’re not going to sit in here all night, Bette.”
“No, you’re here. I don’t want to. God, this storm is incredible, isn’t it?”
“Come back to bed. We can watch the lightning through the skylights,” she says.
Bedroom –Bette
Tina lies on my shoulder as we look up at the skylights and watch flashes of lightning through thousands of raindrops as the storm beats down. The thunder rolls in from the canyons then booms around us. My mind moves from place to place as the wind tears around the house and through the palm trees in the garden. I visit my father’s rough breath as he slowly leaves his life behind. I feel the curve of Tina’s and my baby beside me. The two dynamic poles of life so close, yet seemingly in limbo as a storm thrashes at every window around me. Tina hugs me to her and shudders.
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As inept and clumsy as it sounds, “Just wow!”
Keep them coming.
Another great story,thank you.
Great description. I really like what you’re doing with the series. Thanks!
I loved the scene in the shower: so sweet!
Nicely done, as always. This is one of my favorites, by far!
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.
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.
Beautifully written. There were so many lines I wanted to highlight – shame i wasn’t reading this on kindle. Thanks for sharing Blackbird.
Another great story looking forward to reading them all
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!
Getting so much from re-reading! Highly recommended.
Beautiful storyline, superbly written!
You’re a class act Blackbird!
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
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.
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.