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PostPosted: Fri Jun 04, 2010 6:10 pm    Post subject: 500 X 170 Dance Reply with quote


Here you go, all. I look forward to seeing what you come up with. The image comes from my daughter.

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PostPosted: Thu Jun 10, 2010 3:54 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Oh, good, it's up. I have no idea why it wouldn't stay posted before or why we lost images, but I thank Clive very much for getting it back up again. Thanks, Clive! Very much appreciated.

Have fun with this image all. I can't wait to see what you come up with.

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PostPosted: Sat Jun 12, 2010 6:26 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Dancing in the Dark

Harry Buschman


Fred sat at the kitchen table reading the evening newspaper by the weak light that hung from a cord in the middle of the kitchen ceiling. Alice set the timer for four minutes and waited for the water to boil for the spaghetti.

“Is there a game tonight, Fred?” She asked.

“They’re out west ... won’t start ‘til after ten.”

“Bummer,” she shook her head. “What’ll we do ‘til then?”

Fred hadn’t given it much thought. His face puckered as he considered the problem of what to do until ten p.m. Finally he turned to the TV section of his newspaper. “There’s a movie on the TV, “The Bandwagon.” Fred Astaire and Cyd Charisse. We ever see that?”

“We loved it, Fred. I remember the song ... it was ... “Dancing in the Dark.” We were dating then. We loved movies about dancing. We used to go to the Playground Casino on Saturdays ... remember?”

Fred’s face unpuckered. “Yeah. Ritchie Regan’s orchestra ... and the senior prom! Remember we went to the prom at the Casino?”

“You wore a gardenia in the lapel of your tuxedo ... it fell out when we did the lindy.”

“... and the slow dances ... remember them?”

“Yeah ... we’d be the first couple on the floor when the band came back from their break.”

They looked at each other and smiled, shook their heads and Fred mentioned that it didn't last long enough, did it ... and why couldn't those days have gone on forever.

"Well, we got married," Alice reminded him. " The kids came. The kids went, and we're still here."

"Waitin' for ten o'clock."

"In the meantime let's watch the movie."

They did that, and as you might expect, Fred fell asleep before it was over. Alice didn't miss a minute of it however ... the water boiled ... she cooked the spaghetti ... the meat balls ... garlic bread ... the sauce and the robust red wine were all put together during the commercials.

"How was it, Fred?"

"You got a way with pasta Alice. I ate too much ... how was the movie?"

"You missed the best part ... Dancing in the Dark."

In a cracked and weathered voice, Fred sings "...We're dancing in the dark,
And it soon ends;"

"We're waltzing in the wonder of why we're here. Time hurries by, we're here ... and gone."

Alice is amazed ... "You remembered!"

Fred's flustered. "Well not all of it, but some. There was .... I have you love,
And we can face the music together ... that's all I remember." He extends his arms. "Come over here Alice. Sit on my lap, love ... over here where the fat is bubblin' ... let's watch the Mets play San Diego."
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PostPosted: Wed Jun 16, 2010 12:02 pm    Post subject: Miss Me Now? (WC 500) Reply with quote

Hi all,

Sorry it took so long for me to get to this. I don't know where the time goes sometimes. This is really rough, but I thought I'd share anyway. Word count was a bear, LOL

Anyway, Thanks for taking alook. I had fun.

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Miss Me Now?
© Marlicia Fernandez (WC 500)


The imposing wooden door swung into a long hallway. Gusts of wind pushed Kaia into the warmth and flickering light. Haunting music floated from an unseen ballroom. She shivered. Anything would sound haunting now.

“Take your cloak, my lady?”

Kaia shrugged the garment off and smiled at the diminutive man who’d somehow managed to get close enough to whisper and be heard. I’m getting sloppy. “Take good care of it, won’t you Lyak?”

“Always, my lady.” He folded her cloak over one arm and studied her through narrowed eyes. “You working tonight?”

She smoothed her hair and adjusted her diamond earrings. “Not tonight, old friend. Tonight I’m going to enjoy myself.”

“He’s here, Lady Kaia.” Lyak frowned. “You be careful now, won’t you? He’s done enough harm…”

Truer words had never been spoken and more than Lyak knew. “I can handle Visok.” She patted Lyak’s hand. “And if he stays out of my way, I won’t have to.”

“I be watchin’. He’s not trustful.”

“I know. ” Kaia laughed, a small, brittle sound. “Don’t worry. I’ll be fine.”

The little man hung her cloak on a hook behind the door. She raised her eyebrows and he shrugged.

“In case you need to git out quick. You don’t want to be riflin’ through others’ belongin’s or waiting for me to find it for you.” He stared at her. “Do what you come for. And if Visok…”

“Leave him to me, my friend.”

Lyak scowled. “But…”

Kaia took a slow breath. Lyak knew her well. She’d never come to a place like this unless she was on a job.

Not after Visok.

And if Visok was here, they were probably after the same thing. Lyak would run interference if he thought it necessary, but she couldn’t afford the attention that might bring.

Neither could her fellow thief.

Even if she hated Visok for dissolving their partnership and sending her packing she didn’t want anything to happen to him. She still cared about him—even if he’d fooled himself into believing he didn’t care for her. No, if he became a problem, she’d handle it. Her way. “I’ll let you know if I need help. I promise.”

She swept along the corridor before Lyak could respond, but he would honor her request. The music drew her into the ballroom and a strong pair of arms pulled her close. They twirled around the room.

“Can’t stay away from me, can you, Kai?”

She sighed and looked up. “Whatever makes you happy, Vis.”

The amusement faded from his voice. “Or are you after something else? The Diamond Key perhaps?” He studied her. “Not this time, Kai. The key is mine.”

“Maybe.” The music swelled. Kaia smiled. “But you don’t have it, or you wouldn’t be here. I have the means and the opportunity. In fact here he is. ”

Their host tapped Visok. “May I cut in?”

“Of course.” They twirled away from Visok. “Miss me now?” she mouthed over her partner’s shoulder.

Visok glared.

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PostPosted: Wed Jun 16, 2010 12:07 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Harry,

Your stories always touch my heart. The have nostalgia and poignancy and humor. Slice of life at its best. This is a wonderful picture of a loving couple who grew up and are growing old together in a gentle, peaceful, loving way. I truly enjoyed this, my friend. Well done! Wink

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PostPosted: Wed Jun 16, 2010 1:17 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Pretty sure of herself, this Kaia woman. Like a ten cents a dance girl ... hope she knows what she's doing. What do you mean "rough" Marlicia? It's letter perfect. By the way, I wouldn't be in Visok's shoes for all the money in the world. What's all this about the Diamond Key?
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PostPosted: Sun Jun 20, 2010 3:41 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Harry,

Thank you for taking the time to read and comment on this for me and for your kind words. I had such a hard time with it because other characters wanted me to use them and it would have taken a lot more than 500 words to write what they wanted me to write. Wink The Diamond Key is a mystery to me at the moment and as for Visok, well, this is a situation of his own making...

I'm glad you enjoyed this. That makes me happy.

Will post another prompt soon. Happy Father's Day, my friend.

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PostPosted: Thu Jun 24, 2010 1:50 pm    Post subject: stories Reply with quote

Both wonderful stories in their own way. I want to read more about this Diamond Key and Visok shadowlight. Harry what Marlica said about it fits perfectly. I will post something probably not until next week. Life has been crazy lately. Moving from one job to another, still trying to find a permanent one.
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PostPosted: Sun Jul 04, 2010 8:37 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Heidi,

Thanks for taking the time to read and comment on this for me. I really apreciateit. The diamond key is a mystery. When they tell me what it is, I'll try to post it here. Wink I look forward to seeing what you come up with.

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PostPosted: Thu Dec 02, 2010 4:43 pm    Post subject: Ghosts of the Past Reply with quote

"Oh, Walter, it is so beautiful. I can not believe the school has rented this place for our Senior dance. Will you be able to help with decorations?"

"Geez Sally, the guys would make fun of me if I did that."

Sally looked at him, really looked at him, she thought there was more to who he was. Even for her he was not willing to look bad to the other guys. He loved dancing, and yet even that was not enough to make him stand up to the fellas he hung with.

"Ok Walt, I do not mind, I can get some of my girl friends to help me instead. I guess I thought you might be interested."

Walt left to meet the guys, they had plans that he never shared. She was just worried that he might get in trouble. She hoped that he would be careful, the gang he was in was always in trouble.

As she sorting through the decorations in the dusty old building, she began to hear a faint music. Looking up from her task, her eyes blurred a bit and when they cleared she could swear that she could see dancers. The room was no longer dirty or dingy, but glowing with purpose and polish, the dancers dressed in old fashioned clothes. It was sureal and ghostly and yet she was not afraid. She slowly got up wanting to get closer swaying closer to the music, as as she closed her eyes, she heard a harsh sound that intruded on the gentle evening. The sound of gunfire, somewhere on the street, her heart lurched and a shiver ran over her.

Slowly opening her eyes, wanting so much to be a part, she sees a hand held out to her, inviting her to dance. Looking up into the face before her, she realizes what has happened. She moves forward into the dance, her partner and her, moving and swaying with the ghosts. Gently holding her partner, her eyes blurred again, but this time by tears she vows to enjoy this dance. It is Walters final dance afterall.
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PostPosted: Tue Dec 07, 2010 9:33 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Great Stories Harry and Marlicia. Amaziing work.
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PostPosted: Wed Dec 08, 2010 7:51 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Very dreamlike and poignant, and then disturbing the way the new breaks in to the old and then back out again. Like Ravel's "La Valse." G;ad you saw something we didn't.
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PostPosted: Thu Dec 09, 2010 3:20 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

What an interesting take on the prompt. Sad that he met his end that night. At first I wondered if it might be she who was the ghost, but the last sentence clarified it for me. Well done!

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