Message-ID: <46516asstr$1076051407@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: by_jane@literotica.org (jane) X-Original-Message-ID: <80045de.0402052115.1ecd379@posting.google.com> Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: Fri, 6 Feb 2004 05:15:21 +0000 (UTC) X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 5 Feb 2004 21:15:21 -0800 Subject: {ASSM} Glimpses 04/94 by jane Lines: 92 Date: Fri, 6 Feb 2004 02:10:07 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: hoisingr, dennyw Author: jane Title: Glimpses 04/94 Summary: Anna laughs before her breakfast. Keywords: none Length: 519 words Copyright: c. 2004 *31 August 1996, Saturday - part two* _while shes at work, i do my writing ... no cats nor kids ... the philodendrons just ignore me ... three sections done and more than ninety yet to go ... it seems impossible ... well, now youve met the central characters ... ill fill them in ... just write this one day at a time ... anna ... we left her in a panic at the restaurant with some fran ... she couldnt tell me how she got from there to home nor how her family felt about deserting them, running off while penny played her seasons final game ... anna only had some snippets from the weekend; thats all that she recalled ... manitoba ..._ § Anna laughed that morning. At breakfast Penny moaned about the end of baseball season. "It's bor-ing now." "We'll take a drive tomorrow," Andrew offered. "I was thinking Turtle Mountain. Take twenty-three across. Have a picnic there at Adam Lake." He waiting for some change in attitude, then whispered, "Horseback riding." Anna, busy at the stove, looked up and added, "There's a nice fitness trail." But Penny beamed already. "Yeah, horses, Dad." _You always know the right buttons to push._ "Put away those spikes right after breakfast, Pen. You left them in the hallway. Someone's going to break a leg if not their neck." "What if I want to wear them to school sometimes? I'll just outgrow them. Way before next spring. They're only rubber. Please." Anna laughed out loud so hard she almost dropped an egg. _Clomping down a corridor in spikes! Absurd._ That's where her day went wrong. Her mother always said that if you laughed before your breakfast, then you'd cry before that night. It made no sense, but it was true. A mother's always right, her mother always said. After breakfast Anna took a walk along the path in Fisher Park. She'd skied there winters past, had jogged it springs as well. She knew the dips where puddles sprouted after rains, the traps where snow concealed some ice, where tree roots snapped at ankles, where slopes would rise or fall a subtle half percent. _I'll be just fine. No harm was done. No offence, it seems, was taken. Everything was fine, is fine. Turns out this Fran is the new teacher. We'll work together. Not side by side, of course. I think she said she teaches English. Math and English rarely even talk. I'm fine._ A pretty path. But no one ever came there. Hibachis filled the high school parking lot in fall. People brought their snacks and lunches to the Diamonds for the baseball games. This park was always empty though. Softballs rolled into the creek no longer. Mosquitoes whined at dusk, alone. Empty swings annoyed the breezes. Shade and solitude, and Anna all alone. Anna knew the score. She had her wits about her. _Just a little shaky, that's all. Just need time to think. Collect myself. Set things in order once again. Maybe Sunday's picnic is what the doctor ordered. I never should have laughed this morning._ She'd brought them on herself. Her tears were self-inflicted. This story cannot be reposted or published without the author's permission. All comments and queries can be addressed to by_janeNO@SPAMliterotica.org by deleting the capital letters before sending. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderators: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |ASSM Archive at Hosted by | |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+