Feisty Repartee

...been everything to her. As physicists, their relationship had begun as professionals, but a love affair had quickly bloomed between them. Now, ten years on...

an awkward silence quickly grew between them. She hesitantly glanced in his direction only to find him staring straight at her, with a questioning look.....

their careers having taken them to opposite coasts, they were strangers once again. She had married a man she did not really love, just to ......

...please her father, whose greatest desire (or so he frequently said) had been to see his eldest daughter married to anyone but a physicist.. Anyone...

...but someone who sees nothing beyond the exactness of white or black. So many shades of gray he had failed to see. He had missed..

out on life, and that was an experience he could never replace. there were no fond memories of times gone by, no old familiar faces...

barely recognizing the woman who had been his true love. His love for her hadn't died, it just got hurt and buried deep inside.

But now that she had run away from her husband they would finally be together again. They would try one more time, for their love.......

would be the last chance for salvation for each of them. She was mired in a depression so paralyzing that the Seattle rain seemed rejuvenative.

He watched her fold up her umbrella and tilt her head up, toward the sky to receive the cool, refreshing rain on her smooth face.

Her face glistened-the rain made it shimmer and each translucent droplet magnified her beauty in his eyes. He reached for her pale, damp hand....

She smiled and grasped it tightly, she was so relieved that they were there together. But soon, her husband would start looking for her again.

Seattle would not be a place he would look-he knew of her love for the Louisiana bayou and the Hill Country of East Texas.

Still, he knew she was uneasy about the fact that her father was on his death-bed, and she was dissapointing him greatly. But now she,

had been drawn westward by a stronger force, like the moon pulls at the tides. Like her father, she too was dying, not from a .....

weak heart, but from a cancer growing deep within her.

A late discovery, it had already invaded a number of organs. She had declined treatment.

She was here to tell her love that she'd be leaving soon. Time was a precious and she wanted to spend the last with him.

Hours went by before she uttered a single word, "Goodbye." He was shaken, and asked what she meant, but he was never to be answered.

THE END!

Brilliant job everyone.

Special kudos to Sweet One: Bravo, Sweetie, I'm very proud of you!

That Sweet One is as amazing as her mama!

Sweet One's alias should be Smart One! Great Job!

All I can do is try to live up to my mama, The Feistiness Herself! (Bugles Sound!)

Thanks Everybody, this is a lot of fun!

Bugles?

BUGLES??

What happened to the trumpets??

Geez.

; )

Great Job, Sweetie! (or should that be Smartie?)

Well, ya know, nothing else popped into my head when I thought, "Mentioning Royal Names," Whatever, you get the picture.
Right?

Who says mothers and daughters do not communicate?

This is too funny.

Daughter is in the other room on another computer. Each time she posts a comment, she has to walk over to me and tell me about a comment she has just posted.

Interesting.

Who knew?

Excellent job Sweet One!! It was a lot of fun to read!