Stories By Vicki

Years Gone By

April 1994

--In another life I see you as an angel flying high, and the hands of time will free you, you will cast your chains aside, and the dawn will come and kiss away every tear that's ever fallen from your eye... Behind those eyes I wonder.. -Concrete Blonde

My sister is so full of life, and young dreams, without the
broken heart. Determined, fierce, as cold as steel and stronger.
"I don't need anyone," I can hear my sister Katherine say.
She may not want to need anyone except possibly the people she
can depend on, I think. "Who are they?" she wonders aloud.
"No one. You can only rely on yourself." I hear my voice
tell her this, but I think of her maturity, the wisdom is hidden
behind her innocent eyes, eyes of lamb turning into stone.

Loving

March 1994

I have known many shades of love during my brief encounter
with men. I wonder at times about what has become of them. Where
are they? Who have they become? Realizing that some of those
feelings were lust, or obsession isn't easy. People need
security, and reminders of their desirability. These are a few
of the reasons people get into relationships, have flings, and
one night stands.

Stretching My Wings

November 1994

It was a rainy Saturday afternoon, I sat and watched the
rain dribble from the tree branches to the wooden swing seat on
my front porch. I was looking through the window from the
upstairs reading room. My book lay on the table next to me
unopened. The sky was grey, there were hopeful white streaks of
clouds. The day seemed sullen, very drab for early afternoon. I
decided to walk downstairs to the kitchen and put the tea kettle
on the stove. I had a slight cough, due to an unanticipated cold
front, the last few days. I sat at the kitchen table looking
through yesterdays mail.

When I'm With You

September 1994

It was an ordinary weekend night for Jacob. Fancy cars, big
parties, and lots of girls. The American dream, in Hollywood.
Well it was Beverly Hills anyway, where his best friend Casey
lived. Casey was having his monthly recruiting party. The
basic, a party to look for new talent. Really a prospect for the
night, that's how the girls got the job anyhow. Jacob never
minded, hey he was a casting-director. If someone gave him
good time, he let Casey have them. They could audition for the
one who counted. Tonight the evening was still young.Jacob had
spotted his prey, yet something about the whole ritual made his
stomach suddenly feel queazy.

Grooving, Purple and Red

October 1994

The Lava lamp sat in the center of the room, all day and all
night. It never moved anywhere else, almost as if it were on a
pedestal. It had a black base, and inside of it was purple liquid
with red wax. The Lava lamp sat on a small painted table. The
table was hand painted by its owner. The design looked like marble
of black and white. When one looked closely into the marble they
could see images of faces and animals, swirled as part of the
pattern. There was a stereo in the room and a corner couch behind,
and to the left of the Lava lamp. On the right was the entranceway
to the room. It was a rectangular opening, and beads, hanging like
the dreads of an old Jamaican, covered the hole instead of a door.
Directly in front of the Lava lamp was an amalgam of multi-colored
bean-bags and pillows.

Sky Full Of Dreams

August 1994

A dim grey light shown through the dusty shades of Doug's
apartment, as he awoke. The light fell upon his eyelids with a
similar hue of the morning. Doug arose as usual and stepped to the
window, letting the light penetrate the darkness which filled the
room. Out in the city the sky was clouded as usual, with spots of
dark grey, and black scattered across the lighter shades of grey
and white. The buildings were grey, as was the horizon. Even the
people in the hustle and bustle of the day on the streets appeared
dull and grey below him. Another typical morning on Eras, thought
Doug as he turned from the window with disgust.

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