DESCRIPTION
Her life is a never ending journey in search of something that she will never find...brief moments of intense pleasure lead her to believe that she is on the right path [391 words]
ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
Looking for work, a sturdy woman who spoils, a great cup of coffee, and friends who are incredibly funny (not necessarily in that order)..live an hour north of NYC, enjoy gnoshing and listening, love, love, love to write [March 2007]
AUTHOR'S OTHER TITLES (4) My Wife And The Invisible People (Short Stories) My ex-wife is very kind and thougthful to people who do not really exist.... [225 words] [Humor] Overwhelming Experience Of A College Freshman (Short Stories) Culture shock does not describe the feeling that a sheltered seventeen year old feels when he begins his first week as a college student, 1968. [349 words] The Kent State Tragedy- Its Impact On Me (Short Stories) About to flunk out of college, a horrible tragedy saved my academic life and kept me from going to war. [305 words] [History] Vic Voegelin And The Iwo Jima Letters (Short Stories) A recent news story triggers memories of a fine man who taught us honesty, thoughtfulness, and compassion. [311 words] [Motivational]
Destination Unknown Greg Dinunzio
They bumped on down the interstate, not much to say....following the stripe to an eventual sundown, the sun playing catch up on the westward journey...hundreds of miles later....'Catchin' a few winks...in the back...'
No words were exchanged...they rarely were...he pulled off her jeans and shirt effortlessly with his strong, coarse hands. Delicate foreplay was never part of this fellow's calling card....he ate her hard, rough, tasted her completely, almost violently...he pumped her hard....almost as punishment for her choice of lifestyle...she smelled his man sweat, felt his danger....and arched even more as her tongue danced crazily in his mouth. They both came hard, moans and tense muscular shudders, then release.
He drifts to sleep...she thinks of music, poetry, painful childhood memories, the men in her life, the crazy odds of her surviving this lifestyle much longer...which guy would be the one to take her to the end of the line...and that ever present danger always made her damp.
Las Cruces truckstop....cold!.....shivering.....from the endless self serve aisle parade, one trucker stops....his eyes are a window to his heart, he tosses his coat over her shoulders.....come on, he says, let's get you some coffee....he buys her a full breakfast, they sit, he snugs the much too large coat over her to insulate from the mountain chill.....he gently wipes a smudge from her forehead...he takes her to the little gift area.....a sweatshirt, some soap, a few things to make her feel a bit special....'Where ya headed, hon?... Oh, uh, out west.....they head out.....hundreds of miles.....darkness ....'Got a bed, in the back...hop in'.....Like a thousand times before, she obliges.....he pulls out a pillow, cleans it as best as he can, and gently places it under her head....he pulls out a heavy blanket from underneath, and tucks it all about her, gently, caringly..he plants the tiniest kiss on her forehead....'let me know if you get cold, hon'
He puts his seat back a bit....pulls his hat over his head and begins to think......he's a bit chilled, more then a bit lonely, could use some lovin', but he can't pretend to be something he isn't.....he catches a few hours of deep sleep.
Western sunrise, pretty spectacular....gorgeous blue skies movin' in.....day number infinity for road man....he stretches, yawns, pulls up his seat, and takes a look in the back...she is gone.....he feels sadness....so pretty.....the big brown sad eyes....a tear drops to his cheek.
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