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    Vignettes: Chapter 17

    And you saw Tina there? Shane asked.

    What are the chances?

    I gotta hear this. So… tell me about your week in Massachusetts.

    ***

    Bette arrived in Provincetown late in the afternoon. She flew into Boston then took a ferry across the water. Her friends led the way to the house they rented for the week. They dropped their things in the rooms and decided to check out a place for dinner. They ate and laughed. Bette felt good and relaxed on this trip. It had been a long time since she took time to herself and chilled out for a week. After dinner they headed to a ***** bar to hang out for a while.

    The bar was crowded with women who also poured into the streets. After moving to NY, Bette had a new appreciation for the summer time. In LA, she took the warm weather for granted, but after experiencing some New York winters, she loved the summers and took full advantage of them. The wonderful thing for Bette in vacationing in Provincetown was the lack of work there. Everyone was on vacation it seemed. There wasnt any fast moving, high strung people walking around. She let the mellow atmosphere fill her.

    Bette walked up to the bar to buy a second round of drinks. When she moved to grab them, someone next to her knocked one of the beer bottles onto the floor. Her back was to Bette when her arm swiftly moved into the bottle.

    Oh my god. I am so sorry. The blonde bent down and picked up the pieces of glass.

    Dont be ridiculous. Leave it there and tell the bartender what happened. Youll cut yourself. Bette said as she bent down to join the woman who was looking down.

    Bette looked at the woman in front of her and her breath caught in her throat. For one quick moment she thought Tina was squatting before her, but put the thought aside feeling silly for thinking about Tina who lived hundreds of miles away. Bette went to stand up but the woman finally looked up now face to face with Bette. It was the womans turn to lose her breath.

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    Comments

    1. yeah, now that you’ve started, you can’t just leave us hanging! :) this vignette series just keeps me on my toes. you have a real gift, fareast; putting life into these characters, clothing them in flesh and bone. love to hear more from you!

    2. I am so happy to see posts from you. You NEVER disappoint. I love your writing your story just moves so well. I’m sitting patiently waiting for more. Thanks for this one. I can’t wait to know how this trip turns out!

    3. Why did you stop there???? I was so getting into it!
      Thanks for another chapter.
      BTW – backup early and often. You only one hdd crash away from disaster! I’m glad you could salvage this chapter.

    4. fareast, this story of yours is fascinating…….It is one story that i could never get enough of…….i am patiently waiting and anticipating what’s next…..Please post soon…. Love It!!!!…….Thank you:)

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