Clouds roll serenely across the afternoon sky, their pace carefree and unhurried. They have that fluffy weightlessness, that gentle vibrancy of pure white coloring that is characteristic of clouds in early spring. I smile softly as I watch them. I have always loved looking at the sky, delighting in the patterns the clouds paint as they sail to unknown destinations.
Sky-gazing is my joy, one that I once shared with another.
In life, my grandmother had been equally captivated by the sky. Like me, she would look into that vast expanse of blue and see a work of art. Now that she is lost to me, the sky is a source of a more profound joy. It has
She stood before the pale white gravestone that marked his resting place, her eyes fixed upon the engraved letters of his name. The moment when she should stand before her fathers grave had been long in coming. But she was here, at last, and that was all that mattered.
She had been a child at his passing, and now she stood before his grave a woman grown. She often wondered what he would have thought of her, the daughter he had left behind. Would he be proud of her if he were alive to see her today? Would he have cared?
She wished she could stop pondering such things. What did it matter now anyway? He was dead and gone. Her life was f
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Tuesday Had A Dream Child, 7
Chapter 7: Moonlight Serenade
It was late by the time they left the club and headed for home--or very early in the morning, depending on how one preferred to look at it. For that reason, Erin suggested that Jacelyn just sleep over at her place. They had danced and thoroughly enjoyed themselves like it was going out of style, and both were now dog-tired. Erin didn't like the idea of her friend driving home so late, even though Jacelyn only lived roughly ten minutes away.
The blonde needed no persuasion, and the two promptly readied themselves for bed. Erin lent her friend a pair of sleep shorts and a top, seeing as Jacelyns club attire
Tuesday Had A Dream Child, 6 by SpellScarlet, literature
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Tuesday Had A Dream Child, 6
Chapter 6: Watch Us Sing and Play
Saturday night found the girls escorted back stage, where Jacelyn and Erin immediately spotted the boys. The four band mates were busy getting everything set for their performance, and hadn't yet noticed the girls. Jacelyn smiled kindly at their escort and thanked him, then she and Erin headed over to the guys. They stopped just behind Micky, who was bending over his drum set, completely absorbed in what he was doing.
Jacelyn down at him, then she lifted her gaze to look at the others. "Word around here is you boys are pretty good," she said cheekily. Four pairs of brown eyes snapped in her direction as she
Tuesday Had A Dream Child, 5 by SpellScarlet, literature
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Tuesday Had A Dream Child, 5
Chapter 5: The Call
Jacelyn scrambled madly around her apartment, trying to catch her friend's cat as he darted about wildly, eluding her grasp as only a cat could. Her own cat, a gorgeous Siamese-tabby mix named Tabatha, was absolutely no help. The blue-eyed female just sat--the very picture of loveliness and calm, collected grace--on the couch and watched the haphazard scene with an amused look in her clear-sky eyes.
This particular cat that Jace was chasing was a short-haired black. And he was young, just shy of a year old. Taking care of him was a bit of a wake-up call for Jace, as it had been a good long time since she'd had a kitten.
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Chapter 4: All the Pleasures and the Fun
Ok time out--you guys drive this? Jacelyn asked, gazing appreciatively at the sleek red machine parked just in front of her. She stepped up to the car, circled it once so that she could get a glimpse of every angle, and then looked back at the guys with an awed expression. Its amazing!
The guys positively beamed with masculine pride at Jacelyns reaction. Truth be told, the car was their baby. They couldnt help but delight a little when others admired it.
It was a modified Pontiac GTO that featured a two-piece windshield, a touring car T-bucket-type convertib
She watched him as he passed by, her earth-dark eyes gazing upon him intently as he strolled through the trees. She did not call out to him, did not make any movement or sound. She did not wish to draw his attention. She wanted only to watch him, undisturbed.
Jen, the singular male of her kind.
A bird flitted through the thick canopy of trees overhead, and she saw him lift his face to watch its flight. Her lips curved into a soft smile as she beheld the warm, golden sunlight that filtered through the leaves overhead and kissed his face in dappled patterns.
Jen was beautiful.
His dark hair and tanned skin were o
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Chapter 3: Swimmin in the Deep Blue Sea
Fifteen minutes later found the girls out at the beach, soaking up the midday sun. They lay stretched out on their towels, taking some time to let the sun do what work it would on their fair forms before heading into the water. Though all were pale to some extent, Jacelyn and Erin had the most sensitive skin of the four. They would not be able to endure the heat of the beach sun for long. So everyone was taking what sun they could, while they could get it.
From her place between Shea and Erin, Jacelyn breathed a soft sigh, effectively breaking the long stretch of silence they had lapsed into. Sh
Tuesday Had A Dream Child pt 2 by SpellScarlet, literature
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Chapter 2: A Bit of Conversation
Mike closed the door to his apartment, then headed through the apartment complex to rejoin his three roommates and best friends in their volleyball game. He had indeed taken a potty break in addition to getting some water as Peter had guessed. But it had been a quick enough delay, and before Micky had even been pummeled with the ball, he was heading back. As he walked, he alternately hummed and sang "Papa Gene's Blues" softly to entertain himself.
He was just passing the laundry room when something caught his eye. Or more appropriately, someone.
Stopping in his tracks, Mike stood just outside the open doorw