17434, RE: Writing Exercise---Indulge Yourself Posted by marijane, Tue Sep-20-05 10:10 AM
P.S. the level of creativity in this small box is making my soul sing... I see the ocean and our insanities are swimming kindred.
Now back to those others...
Yes Jane did.. follow her that is she took on the demeanor of the man in the corner spewing the indecipherable babble determined insanity Philedelphia was obviously not her stop for before she noticed her muse gathering her small yellow puff, she had not recognized the familiarity of her cheesesteaked surroundings
Sarah had become Mecca the escape the mission the new hope the chocolate balls that were eyes shifted into the furthest corners of their sockets looking for an escape from the hovering prescence of truth with swift grace she danced with the uneven motions of the train racing for an open door a chance for freedom from her transgressions a detour from truth to light Brooklyn that would have been her daughters name if not for... nevermind the running distracted her thought luckily she was unaware of the chase of truth that she was being pursued.
Jane slid her thin frame between the closing glass giving one last look to the possibility of her kindred soulbrother hoping the attendant wouldn't give him her note until she had already gone her eyes slits of focused energy sly pupils of a fox insistant on pursuing her prey. In stealth she moved as a seasoned assasin being visibally unnoticed racing toward confrontation with the smell of blood on her brain a barrn hole of her own begging for reason of precious disposal invisioning the harsh scene which lended scarlet fingernails she kept pace four families behind her target with children. the first bus number was hard to predict being that there were several greyhounds heading north which she knew was the direction `from the train ride plus, are not THE OTHERS always headed north? "route 1657 to Baltimore" had been the last statement made by the attractive Mexican ticket woman selling the small bubble-coated lady a ticket Jane knew her window was short so she conjured a fictional tale that would have made Aesop proud gaining her a free ticket on bus 1657 she followed suit for the next three routes through the sweet and not so sweet smelling stations of cities on her way to Brooklyn (she discovered was the destination on the third bus through evesgropping) decidably far off of her original track. Little aborter walked fast and Jane, though frail and not that old had a grandmother's disposition and smoker's lungs. upon reaching the crisp New York air Jane gagged at it's starling stench startling because it was unexplicably welcoming although foul. denying rest as a gift to her pursuit, Janes heavy, deep draws for air gained some unwanted attention amongst other patrons luckily none of which were her wearing a yellow coat. the station wall however, offered it's side for a brief recovery and the chaser oblidged. Limping toward the beckoning sunshine that highlighted the end of her journey in all of her seemingly innocent beauty and glorious pain Jane and Mecca met eyes .... and then what happens?
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