Posted by lissa on July 19, 2001, at 23:00:32
In reply to Re: wanna write a story?, posted by Willow on July 19, 2001, at 22:34:06
The next few hours were to have such a dire effect that before the sun rose she wouldn’t even remember her name. If she had any sight of the doom which waited for her she wouldn’t have left the safety of her house ...
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She crossed the stretch of desert between the house and the barn. Night fell fast as she tacked up her horse and cantered, gallopped, across the mesa. It was not uncommon to use horses as one's primary way of getting around in these parts. Besides, if they owned a car, Julio would probably have been caught by now on one of his missions between Los Alamos and Tucson. Julio had taken pains to build a strong trust among his collegues at the laboratory. Were he caught, his career, without question, would be ruined. Dolores felt at once regal and queenly as she thought of the enormous power she had over her husband's life. She imagined the ridiculous silhouette of the man flying off into the desert wind at hellspeed on that horse of his, tablecloth flying behind him like a cape off of the spurs of his boots. Julio didn't know what was coming to him.
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