My writing efforts
Gossip -Bad girl sarah
promp this week was to set up a charachter through gossip................ I hope Sarah makes a go of this new venture.might stop the gossip mongers,only the yesterday I heard old mrs biddy, telling her visitors about her. I just wish i had higher fences for more privacy,so that when sarah comes and goes to the granny flat she doesnt have to pass mrs biddys dining room window.that woman must sit at the table all day,see sarah passing by with her kids and then tic tic tic,whip up a new round of gossip. whydo I have a border in my backyard?there"s nothing to worry about , I just love having the kids around. If you were to hear mrs biddy talking I'm sure you would have me leave the house to her and bolt. According to Mrs Biddy, Sarah is a nymphomaniac and has seduced all the men in town and then some, has had 5 abortions as well as the three kids she has.This is apparantly the excuse for her father having a go at her. Mrs biddy was engaged to sarahs grandfather once so she thinks she has the right to say what she likes.she feels that sarah has tarnished that families name, by having 3 children to 3 different fathers,like it is a crime.it is a crime , but not the way she thinks. This girl has gone through a lot in her 22 years on the planet ... I 'm giving her a chance to get ahead . Do you want to know what really happened to sarah? Well, when she was 13 years old,it was obvious she was pregnant. Who was the father? that was the big question. After a horrendous few months the poor girl gave the name,yeah, to everyones horror it was her own father. He was jailed of course and her baby was adopted out.can you imagine this at 13? You would think that was hard enough to get past but her mother was no support,stupid woman, and when his sentence finished he came back home,straight back to the family home. Sarah couldnt stay there,could you? So she went to stay with a variety of friends,camping on the couch,lots of sleepovers. She met a guy through one of her friends and he made her feel like he was going to take her away from all this, but she fell pregnant and he took off. So at 15 she was a mum.She managed in commission homes and at 19 married Jay, had another bub and then,as luck would have it, he was killed at work.... big concrete slab fell on him. So she was on her own again when Leo turned up.I don't know what she saw in him to be honest, but I guess even the meanest dog has some charm or they would never find an owner. Oh he was charming all right to start with, took her places, bought her pretty things and made her feel the young girl she still is. Only Leo has a nasty streak a mile wide. He started with her friends,just badmouthing them occasionally, enough for her to put off seeing them very often until they dropped off one by one. Then he started on her,making her feel like she couldn't do anything right, chip chip,chipping away at her and by the time she fell pregnant with this last little one.... her thoughts were his.All the while he would be nasty mouthed,snarly.......mostly threats, but after the baby was born he started with the hitting.Trying to deal with her toddlers and the new baby and him all at the same time was wearing her down,she stopped looking after herself and barely looked after the kids.The last straw came when he belted her good and put her in the hospital.....of course welfare got involved then and put the kids in care for a few months.This scared the crap out of her ,but not nearly as much as he did and so she knew had to get away. Where Leo is concerned though, that would prove easier said than done. The first time she left,she stayed in the rooms above the hotel, he just went and literaly dragged her and the kids back. He threatened to kill her and she doesn't doubt that anymore. I don't know weather to tell you more or not, she has had to live off her wits to get this far. Anyway she managed to get out,got to a hostel .I have a friend who works there,she rang me and asked if i'd rent her my granny flat.So here she is, the daily dose of town gossip. she has enquired about renting the old doctors office,that cute little cottage on main,you know the one, yes,shes going to turn it into a reading & tea room.shes got a bit of work to do on herrself first but I hope she puts her words into action.Just hope Leo never finds her here,this little town is the last place he'd look I'm hoping.....
kiss rewrite
my rewrite of the passage below:
Crystal took a deep breath, her heart was pounding in her ears.
She stared into Bens eyes and lost her breath again as he gazed down
into her own eyes.
She could feel the heat of his body giving out a mesmerising mix of
cologne and manliness. Her own body was warmed by his and she was
feeling
hot, very hot. Ben pulled her tighter and she melted into his arms.
He was so aware of her perfume and in tune to the rythmn of her body
that there seemed an iresistable force between them . Time seemed to
stop,they could have been the only two people on the planet and
there was no going back . Ben leaned back
against the door while Crystal leaned into him still looking deeply
intohis eyes. Their lips met ,Crystal closed her eyes, breathed in
Bens breath and let herself go, feeling the rythm of her body mirror
his as they went deeper still his fingers making her desire grow and
the kiss deepen.
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prompt:
Crystal took a deep, deep, deep breath...one
that filled her tight burning lungs to over
flowing and then some. This time was right!
She stared into Bens eyes, lost in the purple
glow of his gaze. She could feel the heat of
his firm body. The won't of her soft body. She
was to hot: way to hot. "I need you now, she
yelled." "Take me."
Ben pulled her tighter, and she thrilled in
his strong embrace. He could smell her cent,
fill her willingness. This would be there night.
There was no going back now. He leaned back
against the doors' firmness, his back pressing
into it, pulling her with him. When there lips
meet, it was heaven on earth.
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rewrite Ben and Crystal's first kiss. Fix
all of my mistakes, the grammar, the head hopping,
the sappy writing, ect....and make it worth reading.
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Hannahs miserable life
This prompt caught my eye and I gave Hanna an aussie voice 
Hanna clutched the small cell phone and tried to keep her voice steady but
angry. "I don't understand how you can be this way, Victor, act this way,
about your own baby. About helping him, me." She wouldn't give him the
pleasure of knowing he had broken her again.
"You say my baby. I say there's no tellings who the daddy is. From what I
heard, might even be Tommy's. If you really are stuck, call one of your
other men for help."
His own brother. So, he would even accuse her of him. Suddenly she was
tired. No, she was exhausted.
Hanna had wanted her child to have a chance to at least get to know his
father, but now she realized how foolish that was, how foolish she had been
about everything. Especially about falling for Victor Graham. Even about
thinking he would help her now.
"You know what, Victor. You're right. This baby isn't yours. It's mine. You
don't ever have to worry about him or me again." She didn't give him a
chance to answer, she simply snapped the cell phone closed and tossed it on
the empty passenger seat.
She dashed away her tears and stared at the windshield into the night.
When the blowout had happened, she had managed to pull over onto the grassy
shoulder of the highway without ending up in a ditch or a farmer's field,
but she was still in a fix. She knew her spare was in bad shape, and her
shape -- baby two days over due -- meant she wasn't going to be changing a
tire without help. It was dark, getting colder, and not one car had driving
by in at least ten minutes.
There had to be someone she could call, but there wasn't a soul she could
think of. She didn't have a credit card. There was less than fifty dollars
in her checking account, and a twenty, a five and a one dollar bill in her
purse. Her cell phone was almost dead, her charger wasn't working. The only
person she knew who would help her was...
No one within a four hour drive from where she was.
The old apartment she had shared with Victor for the last two years was less
than an hour behind her, but Victor hadn't been the kind of man that liked
her to make friends. His friends and family sure wouldn't lift a finger to
help her.
There was nothing that could be done about it. She was going to have to
change that tire on her own, then hope the spare held, hoped her nearly full
tank of gas carried her far, and that her cash got her a little further,
then she would call her mom and wait in some safe mall or truck stop until
her family showed up to get her.
Tired, cold, and not feeling well at all, she climbed out of the car after a
little bit of a struggle to get out from behind the wheel, and headed around
to the trunk.
She knew she shouldn't be driving at all, much less alone in the middle of
the night in the middle of no where. She leaned back against the car and
rubbed a hand over her stomach. "You really have one smart cookie for a
mommy, sweetheart." She had made a mess out of her life. She was determined
that she would set things on the right path for her baby.
END PROMPT
Thats if she ever got out of here. Struggling with the key with cold fingers, Hanna popped open the boot and lifted the carpet to get at the spare.
She struggled to get the tyre upright so she could roll it over the top of the boot and drop it to the ground. Panting ,cold and exhausted,she waited for that satisfied "bong" sound as the trye hit the ground, only to hear a dull plop. "Great, the spares flat!" Hanna sobbed quietly, "why?" she thought, did I just take off like that without thinking just a little? Heading for Melbourne in the middle of the night was a good idea...NOT. Bloody Victor, he had made her so angry,she could not think straight and could not stay there another minute,so she had grabed an armful of stuff and ran. Now,she didn't know whether to sit in the car or stay standing near it, but how long she could stand was another matter, with her great belly and swollen feet, not to mention ,she was just buggered from the long day and the stress.Hannah couldn't understand why there were no trucks passing, they are famous for speeding throught he night,she thought, but she had taken the coastal road and not the Hume Hwy, so there may not be any cars til morning.Walking was out of the question, she was between towns which meant at least a half hour drive ,let alone walk,iether way, on a windy narrow road.Forget it,she thought.Starting to shiver, she headed for the drivers seat, she thought that she would be able to hear a car or truck before it got to her and jump.......well slide out ,in time to be seen. Just as she was about to slide in she heard a car and saw headlights. Waving madly, she tried to get the drivers attention"Im sure that won't be hard the way I look"She hoped she didn't shock someone into running off the road"that'd just make my day", she laughed."My luck it'll be the next Ivan Milat" "Don't think like that" she scolded herself, "you are going to have to trust someone".The car , an average late model Ford, had pulled up in front of her car. A man got out of hte car and headed her way. "Looks like you're in a spot of trouble ,love" "Can I give you a hand?" "Thanks for stopping, but don't call me, love!" she looked emabarrrased as she spoke.He laughed."I'm Trav, by the way, whatever I can do to help, I will." "Well, my spares had it,so I really need a lift into town."Trav looked thoughful,"there'll be nothing open until 9 in the morning,so...mmmm....my mum lives not too far from here, I'll take you there if you like and we can come back for the car in the morning."" I know" he said,grinning" I'm your worst nightmare, an Aboriginal on a lonely road,in the middle of the night" Hannah looked into the deepest brown eyes she had ever seen"don't be ridiculous , a hand is a hand"It was hard to see what he really looked like, by the light of headlight, but she though he looked like a tv superhero...strong sqaure jaw, tall, well muscled, only brown skinned and this is definately not the time to be thinking these thoughts she laughed to herself.Oohhwah she thought, I think I've laughed too hard. Hannah felt the baby move rapidly, felt a pop and then a gush of warm liquid ran down her legs. "Great" she thoght, ":this is not happening...NOT not out here in the middle of nowhere with a stanger, please NO."
"Um, Tav, I need to tell you something" Trav had already noticed the steam rising from her lowere end and said " well thats it then, Mum's it is." Okay, make it quick? she replied.Trav hesitated" I need to tell you something too....mum lives on a mission, I study in Canberra and am heading there to visit for the weekend.I promise you, you'll be well looked after.In fact you will be wishing for some alone time....very soon.
my mums eulogy
my husband gave me the idea for the fairy tale and the theme of
loving,sharing and caring and I just put in all the details and ran
with it.
Once upon a time in Sydney a Princess was born to Charlie and Em
Gavin. Her name was Margaret Pearl Gavin. She
grew up in Castlereagh, NSW brought up by her parents to love and to
care and share with others. She was surrounded by a large family
as she grew up, Marie, Bill, Joan, Rita and Iris and Maureen plus many
other nieces and nephews, so her lessons were learned well.
She grew into a lovely young woman and met her Prince Tom
Cincotta. They went partying and loving and caring and sharing
all over the land. They became King and Queen of their own castle
and their loving brought them 3 Princesses of their own.
Bernadette, Adele and Lisa.
The Queen set about teaching her Princesses the same loving, caring and
sharing attitude that she had been taught, and the house became full of
friends and laughter.
The cuppas brewed frequently in the castle as people popped in and
out. There came a time when the castle seemed a little small for
all this caring and sharing. Queen Margaret went to work in the
only way she knew how: Caring. She looked after the elderly in
their worst days and the Queen shed many tears as her friends left this
world.
The Princesses grew and grew and became loving, caring and sharing
young women, like their mother. They then found their own
Princes, Les, Garry and Paul. The castle grew quiet for a
time. More Princes and Princesses were born and filled the castle
with grandchildren, Tim then Ben, Andrew, Gemma, twins Scott and
Jessica then Danny,Samantha, Breeanna and Molly. As the
grandchildren grew the house became quiet again.
The King and Queen finally had the castle to themselves, but when
everyone visited as often as they could, much laughter was heard in the
castle.
The Queen became ill, but she cared about all those around her not only
her husband and children, but family and friends. She sent them
her love and shared her castle with them. The Queen could no
longer make a cuppa so she got the King to do it.
The King, Tom looked after Margaret, running the household in her
stead. He took care of all her needs and enabled her to continue to be
herself as best she could with her illness. They have shared their
lives for 43 years, through good and bad times, though the laughter
always overcame the tears.
There came a time when God thought Margaret’s message of loving, caring
and sharing had touched enough lives to spread her message throughout
the land and gave her rest, and rewarded her with an easier job of
angel where she could quietly watch over her family and friends making
sure they follow in her footsteps and leave a legacy of loving, caring
and sharing.
P>S Margaret Gavin/Cincotta was well loved.
The sound of a kettle boiling will always remind us of her.
Please, someone put the kettle on!!!
oh and the song we chose for the cemetery was : Seasons in the sun
haveing a go at 5 pages of writing
Sarah:
Sarah heard the persisitent knocking on ther front door and knew that
Mrs Kings' time had come. She put aside the bread she had been kneading
into pans to rise. Hopefully the fire would still be hot on her return.
Sarah gathered her bag of necessary items to help her with the delivery
of Mary Kings 5th baby.She was not looking forward to this delivery as
Mary ahd some problems with the last babe.Sarah ahd been delivering
babies in Sydney town for over 20 years.when she first arrived as a
convict, it was known she had attended births in England and so she
became a midwife and had delivered most of the new generation of
Australians born in the Hawksbury area.
Sara left her baking and walked the 2 miles to Mary Kings,passsing many
new buildings that had sprung up in recent times. When Saarah arrived
in 1792 her shock was indescribable.She had arrived from bustling
London to a town almost devoid of buuildings. Most homes were
temporatry wattle and mud and there were more tents than
buildings. Now she saw gardens and sturdy homes. Her own home had been
built by her husband John's hands and though not one of these grand
sandstone homes, it was sturdy and comfortable and she was proud to
call it home.
Arriving at Mary Kings gate, Sarah noticed quite a commotion, Children
,chickens and geese ran about noisily in the yard and she had to
chase 3 chickens form the kitchen.
Mary's home was similar to Sarah's with 4 rooms, kitchen,front room and 2 bedrooms made from timber cut on the land.
Sarah heard Mary before she saw her, and , by the tone of her groan she was well into her labour.
Sarah sent Mary's husband off to attend the farm and the children while
she birthed Mary's baby. "Thank Jesus, he has gone" cried Mary" I
couldn't ahve borne that mournful look another minute.A body would
think I was dyin' not birthin'" Another contraction gripped Mary
and cut her complaints short. "How long have the pains been this
strong?" Sarah asked. "About 3 hours now" Mary sighed."I'll just take a
look and see whats happening inside" Sarah said as she reached for the
bedclothes.She put her ear to Mary's bulging belly after feeling for
the position of the baby."Heart is beating well she thought ,babe is in
the right position,all should go smoothly."She felt inside Mary for the
telltale sighns of imminent birth and told Mary she only had a little
while to go. A short time later Mary cried "I can't do this anymore"
"yes you can, you've done it 4 times a;ready and this wont be the
last" Mary wanted to push asd started grunting with the effort,Sarah
had another feel inside and found the opening fully open and the
top of the babys head bulging.If anything was to go badly wrong it was
now. Mary got up onto the birthing stool and pushed with all the energy
she had left. "Push Mary" "Again" came Sarah's voice, breaking into
Mary's private fog of pain and exhaustion. Mary Pushed and Arah
exlaimed" This ones got a lovely lot of red hair!!!" Mary pushed once
more and the babe slid inot the owrld and into Sarahs hands. "It's a
boy" Mary cried tears of relief ,happinesa and exhaustion. Her other 3
living children were girls.Her 3rd child a son had died when only 5
months old, after he got a cold that turned to pneumonia.Sarah tied the
cord with a strip of leather and the abe had not cried and was very
blue. "Whats worong with him" cried Mary"This can't happen....Nooo"
Sarah turned the babe upside down, briskly rubbed him, patted him
firmly on the chest and back, then cleared his nose and mouth with
swabs she had made at home. He gave weake cry and the colour pink came
to his face and body. "He's nice and pink, now, but we need to let him
rest before he feeds and make sure you keep him warm" The babe had gone
to sleep and looked content in his mothers arms, his shock of red
hair sticking out of the blankets while Sarah continued her
ministrations,delivering the placenta,cleaning Mary and changing the
bedding.She then had Mary return to the bed with the baby, ready for an
audience with her husbabnd and children. Richard approached the bed
,held his new son and announced he would be named Richard......after
himslef!!! His own red heair was peeking out fromunder his workhat.His
grin reached fromear to ear.
Sarah left them with many instructions and exhausted she walked the 2 miles home.
Sarah arrived home to find the fire just about out,so relit it to
finish her baking."no rest for the wicked" she thought "I must be
really ,really bad" Laughing at her own joke she put the bread in the
oven to bake and put up a pot of meat and veges for her tea.
On her own since her husband was killed,Sarah had all the work of
a small farm to contend with.It was enough to be constantly busy and
helped to make her life self sufficient. Sadly, she thoght of how
much easier it would be if John were still alive to share the chores.
He had always asked her for help rather that give her set
chores,so her days were never exhausting.
John had ben a conivict himself. He had "found" a large copper pot
which turned out to have already been stolen some hours before.He had
been caught taking it home, arrested jailed in a hulk for many months
before being transported ofr 7 years. He was not really a criminal and
with his good behaviour gained a ticket of leave and a land grand
within 1 year of landing in the colony. They had met on board the "
name of ship" during an excercise break on deck and spent much time
together ,eventually asking permission to marry once in Sydney.They had
been together 3 years when he had been shot.Sarah remembered back to
that horrid day, that had changed her life once again.She had made
friends with a young convict girl,taking her under her wing,she had
been only 14 but wild and precosious.On their arrival in sydney they
were taken off the ships and put into tents , there was so much more
freedom and rum was freely available.Young Bronwyn had kicked up her
heels. Unfortunately not all the men were like John and inebrieated
Bronwyn was easy game and raped.The man responsible was arrested and
after testimony from Bronwyn,John and Sarah,he was sentenced to 3 years
on Norfolk Island, a terribly cruel place to be jailed.On his return to
Sydney, he found that JOhn and Sarah were doing well on their own plot
and walked up to John and shot him.
Sarah now thought "not only did I lose John But Bron too"Bronwyn felt
so guilty , she had asked to be placed on a property as a convict
housekeeper some hundred miles away.
Sarah had grieved long and hard but realised she needed to survive to
be able to find the brothers and sisters that she had had to leave
behind.She had to make her own way in the world to be able to do so.
She had to come to terms with her own past history, how she got to
where she is now before she could go forward.So Sarah worked her little
plot and birthed babies,watched a city grow and remembered............
jilted wedding prompt
Kirsty's wedding:
hi,
thought I'd have another go, its been months since my first
attempt,I
heres my spin on the jilted wedding:
kirsty's
wedding:
Kirsty woke excited.It was her big day. Her gorgeous lace
dress was
hanging on the back of the door and her flowers were in a special
box
on the dresser. She jumped out of bed and ran giggling to her
big
sisters room. The day actually belonged to Lauren,kirsty's
older
sister , but it felt like Kirsty's own special day .She was the
only
girl in her class to be a flower girl this year.There was 14
years
between herself and Lauren with no-one in between,so both girls
were
excited to be sharing this big day. Kirsty had been worried it
would
never happen, it had been postponed twice already because lauren
and
Tim had been fighting and her dress had to be taken out
once
already.She was worried if it took much longer to happen then
she
would get too big to be a flower girl.
Kirsty banged on Laurens door
"Are you up yet?"
"we have to get our hair done soon,remember?"
Lauren
opened the door smiling as she spoke"how could I forget,with
you around huh?"
Lauren gave Kirsty a big hug saying,"let's get some brekky into us
first".
As they headed for the kitchen kirsty looked up at Lauren and to
her
surprise Lauren looked sad.Her mum had asked her yesterday if she
had
noticed Lauren looking sad, but she had been busy with all her
pretty
things for the wedding that she hadn't noticed Lauren at all.Now
she
wondered why her mother had asked.Kirsty wondered if it was
something
Tim had said. Everyone else seemed to like Tim, but Kirsty had
noticed
that if Lauren cried it was because of Tim and for that reason
she
didn't really like him even though he was always nice to her
and
sometimes bought her a present. Kirsty didn't know why Lauren
wanted
to marry someone who made her cry.She thought to herself "It must
be
ok, she gets to wear the beautiful dress and tiara and veil and be
a
princess for a day and I get to be flower girl" with that thought
Kirsty
ran to her mother pleading "can I get dressed now,can I,
can
I,Pleeease?"
Rose, her mother,pleaded with her to settle down."you
have to get
your hair done before you can put on the dress,ok,love?"
Rose noticed lauren had left her breakfast untouched and had left
the
room.Kirsty saw her mother press her lips together and
frown.Kirsty
followed Rose to Laurens room where she was lying on the
bed.Rose
asked Kirsty to wait in her room .Kirsty frowned but headed to
her
room to look at her dress and flowers again.
After Kirsty left the
room rose asks "Lauren ,have you spoken to Tim
this morning?"
Lauren
replied "no, he's not talking to me"
What?" cried Rose." whats going on?"
Lauren started to cry," We had a big fight last night and he said
he
won't be at the church in the morning!""oh God, what do I do, turn
up
and hope he was being manipulative or did he really mean what he
said
this time?"
Rose looks angry," how could he say that the night
before the wedding
,even if he didn't mean it?" "are you sure about this
Lauren, it's not
too late, we just make a lot of phone calls" adding"if he
wasn't
going to turn up, would he let anyone know, or would he just do
a
no-show?"
Lauren started sobbing."I don't know,I don't even know why he
was
angry with me.i don't know what to do."
Rose sat close to Lauren,
took her face in her hands and said"Listen,
if you are this upset on the day
of your wedding and you don't even
know why, and you don't know him well
enough to even say if he will be
at the church or not, then I think you had
better think again about this."
Lauren looked up at her mother,tears
falling." I know, I think I've
known for a while, but everyone was so happy
for us and look at
Kirsty, she is so excited about being flower
girl."
Rose looked shocked and sputtered "you were going to marry Tim
so
your sister could be flower girl???Ohh Lauren,you need to put a stop
to
this now.Looks like we have a some calls to make."
Lauren burst into a fresh
torent of tears as she thought of telling
Kirsty her news.She sang out to
her "kirsty ,in here I need to talk
to you"
Kirsty burst into the room
hoping they were ready to go and get their
hear curled, but her face fell
when she saw that Lauren was
crying."whats wrong?" she asked
Lauren
sniffled,took a deep breath,letting it out slowly and said"
Kirsty I have
some bad news for you. I can't marry Tim, he hasn't been
very nice to me
lately and so I have to cancel the wedding, which
means you don't get to be
my flower girl"
Kirsty starts to cry "Is that why you cry in your
room
sometimes,because he's not nice? " Lauren nodded. "Well you
can't
marry someone whose mean enough to make you cry,and I didn't like
him
anyway" Kirsty looked thoughtful"do I still get to wear the
dress?"
Lauren smiled and looked up"Yes,you can, and we have a
photographer
coming so you can have some photos in your pretty dress,would
that be
ok?Kirsty jumped up and down. " oh yes oh yes " tears were brimming
in
laurens eyes again"but first I have some calls to
make................"
ist ever effort at writing
This is the first time I have written anything.......its very scary
doing
this.
here goes......
Fifteen Years! What a waste,Jen thought as she
walked toward the
bar. She hopped up on a tall stool and took a look around.
It was
late but not late enough to be packed. The last time she had been in
a bar on her own was the night she met Doug. The barman walked over
to
her,looking at her expectantly".I'll have a tequila and lemonade
thanks."
Jenn smiled to herslef,where did that come from,she
thought, it's a long
time since I had one of those. 15 years to be
exact.She had taken to
drinking Scotch as Doug did and it seemed
more economical to buy the one
bottle and share.Jenn took out her
cigarettes and lighter,pulled the
ashtray toward her and lit up.This
is the one thing I still do that I did 15
years ago, the one thing I
did not give up. The only part of the old "me "
left, Jenn thought.
Since Doug left she had still felt so much a part of his
life that
she really hadn't changed much, she still lived in the same house
and did the same things,as if they were still married and he was
just
away.
Tonite, she decided it was time for that to change. I have spent the
past 15 years as Dougs extra limb, doing whatever he wanted to do,
being who he wanted me to be.Thats what hurts so much. That girl,
that
secretary is everything I'm not. She acts and dresses in way
that Doug
did'nt like if I did. The baby though, that was what
really hurt".I'm not
ready" he'd said."Youre not ready,you said so
yourself" Jenn didn't remember
ever saying that. She glanced around
the bar again, her eye catching the eye
of the man sitting at a
table a few feet away. He winked at her and grinned.
Jenn nodded and
took a sip of her tequila."choices " the word popped into
her
head."he took away my choices and I let him" She smiled back,
thinking,I don't even know what I like in a man anymmore,but it's
time
to find out. The room was filling up and she was going to have
plenty of
choices tonight. Jenn made a decision and walked over to
the man who had
caught her eye." Hi I'm Jenn" 15 years ago this was
how she met her
husband,not that she was looking for another one,in
fact she needed to find
herself again first.