The line rang to Cincinnati airline. “ Hello, I need a flight to Charleston, South Carolina for an important meeting” Send for a Car to pick up Candice” Candice, a blonde woman with a black suit, “he loves his women in black.” The receptionist says. Sitting from the front desk looking out the metal glass silver doors leading to the parking lot. Candice. A blue eyed babe, always looking for a new red lipstick and a man with blue eyes. And there he was the man of her dreams as he would send her emails during two weekdays and make love to her on the weekends when he was in town for business. Redesigning the structure for Bourvois theater downtown. Mr. Adam Strauss liked to be fashionable and wouldn't miss the first kiss to Candice arriving with a show car to the Charleston airport. Taking the red of her lips and leaning her back for a kiss. Her straight blonde hair almost touched the sidewalk in front of the show car. He kisses Candice for a second longer and leads her to the back seat

I repeated back in his direction “We can both see the horizon from where we stand” he said “so that means, as long as you point the arrow towards the horizon, you have a clear shot” he looks at me and then back at the stump. Walking back in my direction, he hands me the arrow and pulls a red apple from his pocket. “ give it one more try," he says as he places the feeapple on top of the wooden stump. Placing my left hand next to the corner of my left eye view point. Johnathan runs to the maneuver, placing his hand at the back of my bow, pulling back, lifting my hand and then letting go. The arrow flying through the breeze and then hitting the red of the apple on the tree stump making a crackle sound. “ Nice shot” he smiles towards her lips and then looks at the arrow again. “Aurora”, “We must be getting back” looking at the apple and then placing my hang on his shoulder handing him the bow. “ I couldn't have done it without you”. “ You didn't need me at all, perfect shot” Johnathan

L'homme qu'elle aimait The Studio was brand new. New hard wood, light-brown glazed floors. A large full open glass window, facing the street. The oldest thing in the whole studio was the wall clock, shaped like a rooster. Facing the glass window looking out at the street, I stand in my pointe shoes, black leotard, and black tights. On the floor next to me. A white box with some rosin dust and one medium-sized, rosin, yellowstone. Thinking of what to do next, I pick up the medium rosin stone in hand, turning twice. I open my palm, staring at the stone like a piece of bright gold, and drop it back into the box. I crush the stone with the wooden point of my toe, creating new dust. I pick up a bit of dust with my hand rubbing it in my hair. The wooden ballet bar behind me on the back wall is glistening. I touch the bar with my left hand, doing a full and long Arabesque. Shoulders back, chest up. Moving to the corner of the studio,

The day kissed the night and you held my hand in the Summertime, reading to me on the park bench, stumbling on your words and then taking me home for breakfast,.. I mean lunch. “No breakfast”, in the middle of the day? “No, you see, We ate breakfast at a bare wood table, which was mine and then we made love on the sofa couch in my apartment.” “ And then you laid on my chest and watched my eyes and we fell asleep on the sofa. The bowls of cereal are still on the bare wood table, in the kitchen. I closed my eyes and then I woke up and you were gone, I looked at the front door of my apartment and then landed on the sofa for a second longer turning my head to see the candle on the bare coffee table blown out and the bottom lock of the apartment door that you turned before you left holding the room together,

Hemingway, the town of Hemingway revealing to the world its secrets a music filled metropolis composing a Kingdom of Violet Fields and the ocean close by. Violet the oldest daughter of The Valentine Crown wore a violet stone around her neck and a purple gown which wrapped behind her as she walked along the Violet field lacing the gown down her smooth olive complexion, blossoming in the Summertime and fading in the winter time she sat and watched the knights on horse back move slowly though the Violet Field Feeling the sun against her shoulders and looking in the direction of the Hemingway castle and the bells moving at the top of the clock tower climbing down one after another in synchrony.

“Do you think I will ever see you again?” “Not in a million years because you are with him all the time” He left me looking at the clock tower in the middle of town, and I flew to new york for school I thought nothing could separate us. The day I met you was the day I Knew I would see you again. “ Come with me to the clock tower, as we scurried to the beat of the street and the Calidsdale clanking by. “Heaven is on Earth” He said , acknowledging the statue of Ulyss S Grant in the middle of the cross-shaped green field. “Do you want my sandwich or can I throw it away?”, he looks at me and then turns his head to the church with the red door and laughs”. Class was so long and then I went for coffee with my roommate and saw you under the horse

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The Strauss building, a tall spear, diamond like structure, coming from the ground pointing to the sky. The man that worked in this building was an architect. A tall build and a navy blue suit to fit his daily routine of charting measurement from top to bottom spending his days collecting his thoughts in a glass window overlooking the city of Cincinnati. His brown eyes glimpsed the grey of the rain and the haze lingering over the bridge passing over the Cincinnati River seeing his reflection in the glass looking into his own fair stare turning back to his desk he picks up the black phone dialing from the corner of his desk Cynthia the receptionist saying “ hello “ from the other end of the telephone. “Cynthia, can you connect me with the Cincinnati airline, I need to fly” “ this weekend preferably”.

The Old Oak He used to look at me, with his bright blue crystal eyes. Moving with the blizzard winds and rolling with the ocean waves, all shades of blue. We stood under the old oak shading me from the light that lightly kissed my cheek. “I want to show you something” he said. He always had something to show me. We walked together through the field away from the tree, revealing the path of the sun that leads us to the place he wanted us to go. I followed Johnathan away from the oak tree that we would spend so many days under and as we walked steadily through the golden tall grass he knelt down before me revealing something black a bow and arrow made of hammered metal. “ my father gave it to me” his eyes hidden behind the bow as he made a shot to the short wooden stump that sat in the middle of the clearing. The bow hitting the dark brown stump and then as he turned around he lifted the bow to my hand. “You're turn”. Handing me the bow with one hand. I took it upon myself to give it

“I didn't know I loved her until I kissed her awake.” No hair bald as a baby, she awakens. As to feel stunned, opening her crystal blue eyes to the bright light. I created her to have dreams and when she opened her eyes to the bright light, i could see her soul beating in her chest. Her dreams weren't just dreams because for such an intelligent android she can tell us things that even the human species couldn't even imagine. Tall and slender her body made of silicone. Blue and almost completely translucent. I created her with all the vital organs of a human, including the brain, except for one. Lifting her head from the metalwork table, she tries to stand and I tell her to sit down. “You're going to have to work on walking, you will eventually be able to run, but it's going to take some time” she looked at me in my eyes and her eyes began to glow. “ “calculating time to run” “ approximately 1 year” Joshua looks up at her from the rally stool. “perfect” , “ i can't wait to see

“Just missed The fleet” I hear a voice from behind me and turn around to see Jerry standing smiling in front of me. Happy to see him I hop up from my toes giving him an excited hug and a pat on the back. Man with a blue striped shirt, has worked for fleets Restaurant for many years running the bar and helping run the rest of the restaurant. The fleets Restaurant, an open windowed harbor house, sits just fronting Market Street, facing the market and a pleasant view of the harbor. “Jerry!” pulling back from the pat and giving laurel a smile. “It's been a long time, I don't see you as much as I'd thought” “Staying busy?” he asked. Mrs. Anderson nods her head yes with a smile and Mr. Jerry walks her to the bar. Mrs. Anderson sits at the bar for a short time ordering a beverage, a dirty martini and enjoying the view from the restaurant Overlooking the harbor. Talking to Jerry then making her way back to her car.

She didn't know who he was. Nicely, kindly giving her his Jacket and then politely gracing her to leave. “ I must go, I'm sure the restaurant is needing me” He starts to stand and leaps to the sidewalk. Laurel looking up at him as he leaps away. Laurel: “Sir, do you need your jacket.” Jack: “its for you” he gives a light smile nodding his head and looking around for his direction. After a long day, the harbor whispers a quiet hum and the music of the city and bordering restaurants can be heard from a distance. Walking back to her car with her folio bag Mrs Anderson stops into the Fleets Restaurant that sits just along the harbor, for a beverage. Dropping off her bag and walking to the entrance. Stepping across the boardwalk, she enters the double doors of the Restaurant.

“Nice to meet you.” She exclaimed. Not giving much mind the first time I met Jack, from the looks of it a kind man, not knowing much more than the moment, shaking his hand and then glancing back down at my sandwich. Jack: “What kind of work do you do? If I may ask” Laurel: “I work in an office about 8 minutes down the way.” “ I am a realtor.” “contracts, showings, things of that nature”. Mr. Amen, Jack Amen, young hearted intelligent fellow, comes from a family of wealthy entrepreneurs. Always wearing a Dark Blue Suit. A restaurant in the middle Of downtown. Amen’s Bar and Grill Restaurant. Known for its Oyster, cold beer and live music. The Amen brothers always dazzling the commotion. The 3 brothers, Jack, Jordan and Emery. Emery the youngest to inherit works In the restaurant as a server the other 2 brothers, Jack and Jordan Run the establishment.

The man, He walks up with a smile, dark brown hair, medium blue eyes bright smile, looking ready for success, sits next to Mrs. Anderson. “How are you?” He exclaims looking at her and smiling. “My Name is Jack”. “ Do you come here often?” “I noticed your folio.” Looking at her noticing her folio he gestures a little and then brightly glances at her eyes. “You look a bit cold.” It was a bit windy and it started to turn partly cloudy. He took off his blue suit coat jacket. And said “here you go” and draped it over her shoulders in a kind instant. “Thank you” shaking his hand and leaning into his smile. “ My Name is Laurel” . “Laurel Anderson”. “Nice to meet you.” She exclaimed.

Plenty of traffic and some June time shoppers playing across the sidewalk. Laurel stops with the Buick in front of the harbor passing. The tracks and the dilapidated buildings moved with weather and time. She gets out of the buick, parking it on a parallel street close to where the rainbow ends and she finds a bench to finish her sandwich that she was keeping in her folio. The harbor, blue and the sky kissing the ocean with yellow. It was starting to cool down a bit with a slight chill wind. Sitting, looking out over the ocean view just a few dolphins peaking amongst the railings edge and not even a few moments until they pass, a man appears. dark blue suite, dressed for the evening. He sits on the bench next to Mrs. Anderson.

Making my way steadily down the staircase and on to the street I carry my folio bag in my right hand. Opening the car door with my left. Stepping into the red Buick I put my folio into the back seat and I back out of my parking space. Backing out and pulling out of the parking lot onto Meeting Street. The streets were busy and the glow of the noon time continuing to grace the cobblestone. I drive the 1955 red past the lights on Meeting Street.

had knee surgery so she came up with a black lug of a cast across her right knee. Her name wasn't June of course but as Mrs. Jane exclaimed “how's the weather today”. Used to living in a higher altitude, she looked at the staircase for what it was and met me with a smile. “Mrs. Jane, I was just leaving and I noticed the back door to the office was unlocked” . Locking the door to the new office, tenant Mr. Philip Stone, uses the back door to enter the office building. Telling Mrs. Jane that he locked it back.

It was a sunny and yellow day off of the Charleston Harbor, And the lunch time commotion had just begun. She leaves her post at lunch time and makes her way to the harbor. Mrs. Laurel Anderson. Just leaving her office space. Leaving her brass key in the potted hosta outside the office door. She closes the office door and sees Mrs. Jane coming up the stairway planting her feet up the concrete steps leading up to the office. “Hello June!” Mrs. Jane exclaims, waving her hand up in front of her greeting Mrs. Anderson with a bright and shiny “Hello”. Of course the steps were firm and Mrs. Jane just

It was a sunny and yellow day off of the Charleston Harbor, And the lunch time commotion had just begun. She leaves her post at lunch time and makes her way to the harbor. Mrs. Laurel Anderson. Just leaving her office space. Leaving her brass key in the potted hosta outside the office door. She closes the office door and sees Mrs. Jane coming up the stairway planting her feet up the concrete steps leading up to the office. “Hello June!” Mrs. Jane exclaims, waving her hand up in front of her greeting Mrs. Anderson with a bright and shiny “Hello”. Of course the steps were firm and Mrs. Jane just

This seems happy but it’s sorrowful to me. How can the most important person to you go to past tense so quick?