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- Subject: Moving Right Along
- Message-ID: <1993Jan2.121541.14808@miavx1.acs.muohio.edu>
- From: dapetersen@miavx1.acs.muohio.edu (Toothpick (-:)
- Date: 2 Jan 93 12:15:41 -0500
- Organization: Petersen's Homestead
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- As the undersea party goes on around her, TOothpick sits in her beanbag chair
- by the fire, a drink in hand (thank you, Jammer (-:), and Warrior on guard
- by her feet.
-
- After some indefinite time of contemplation, the sadness has leached itself
- out of her expression to be replaced by a look of peace. The book of life
- lies open at her left hand, but the chapter she'd been reading has moved to
- its proper place in the volume. The book now lies open to a mostly blank
- page with just a bit of writing at the top.
-
- Still gazing into the fire, Toothpick sips the last of her hot chocolate
- just as Tux hops up onto her lap. Warrior looks not a bit surprised -
- he knew she was there, though why he didn't frighten her is anyone's guess.
-
- The hint of a smile touches Toothpick's face as she strokes her cuddly
- little friend. There's an unusual glow around her, comprised, one may
- guess, of peace, contentment, and a deep unmovable happiness. This seems
- puzzling, at first, given the last few days...
-
- But in time, everything becomes clear.
-
- Eventually, Tux hops down to go make friends with the firelizards and to try
- to beg some veggie pizza from someone.
-
- Toothpick's gaze wanders toward Warrior and they lock eyes. Trueto his purpose,
- no one has come near her - even the noises of the undersea party seem far
- distant. She smiles again - that strange strange smile - and carefully puts
- the now-empty hot chocolate mug on the little table to her left, next to the
- book of life.
-
- She slowly moves off the chair and kneels on the floor next to the great
- panther, hands on her knees. The great cat dwarfs the woman, but she slowly
- leans down and buries her face in his fur for a time, wrapping her arms
- around him.
-
- After a time, she untangles herself from his fur, ruffles his head, and
- whispers in his ear.Warrior looks at her for a long moment before slowly
- rising and padding back toward Jammer.
-
- Toothpick retrieves her hot chocolate mug from the table, staying close
- to the fire. She stands there, as if considering her words carefully.
- For the first time in her life, she can't find the words.
-
- Thisplace has seen its share of strangeness and coincidence, but nothing
- like what Toothpick has gone through these past few days!
-
- She says nothing, but the emotinos that play over her face would really
- puzzle anyone who happened to be watching her. But ever present is that
- glow of happiness and...love?
-
- Finally, she casts her mug into the fire,saying nothing.
-
- But she gazes into the darkness of a distant corner where a particular
- lurker dwells. And her gaze speaks volumes to he who can interpret.
-
- Toothpick, glowing, smiles.
-
- "To 1993, which will be the best year of my life."
-
- ***
- Toothpick
- aka Debbie Petersen
- dapetersen@miavx1.acs.muohio.edu
- 216-467-3055
- ***
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