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Moochie’s Mementos (and a pic or two)

The conversation was normal enough for a while.
Simple, getting to know you, superficial stuff.

This was where she made her first mistake.
She had been using other reasons the last few days for why she was hitchhiking, but this time...
Maybe it was his eyes?
Maybe it was the way his drawl hit her ears?
Maybe it was that he looked so open?
Whatever it was doesn’t really matter.
She told him she was writing a story.

His demeanor changed.
He got really quiet.
She was worried she had crossed a line in being truthful.
They sat in silence for a few miles
She glanced over at him a few times, but he seemed lost in his own thoughts.
She watched the green hills, trees, acres of forests as they passed

Then finally he said something.
Quietly, but very clearly.
“Well then, I guess you will be my last.”
 
She turned in her seat to look at him then
And had been a bit confused.
Was what she heard what he had said?
She followed up with a fact-finding open-ended question out of habit:
“What do you mean?”
 
“I have a story for you,” he explained, “a story that neither of us can run from now. A story that needs to be told before...” he trailed off at the end.

She had met many people with stories before, but this proposition was different.
She felt uncomfortable
Shifting in her seat and pulling the hem of her skirt down to her knees.

He reached a hand over in what would have been a settling gesture in a different situation
She reflexively pulled away.
Something was wrong.
She could feel it was.
Something inside her was bubbling over
With an overwhelming need.
She needed to get out of that car.
 
Moochienanu said:
“I have a story for you,” he explained, “a story that neither of us can run from now. A story that needs to be told before...” he trailed off at the end.

She had met many people with stories before, but this proposition was different.
She felt uncomfortable
Shifting in her seat and pulling the hem of her skirt down to her knees.

He reached a hand over in what would have been a settling gesture in a different situation
She reflexively pulled away.
Something was wrong.
She could feel it was.
Something inside her was bubbling over
With an overwhelming need.
She needed to get out of that car.
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Moochie, this is wonderful writing! I hate to break away from reading, but I will be back in a bit :rose::rose::rose:
 
She didn’t see it until it was too late.

“You will sit here and listen to me!” He screamed as he deftly swept her skirt up her left thigh and skewered her to the seat in one fluid motion.

It was like heat
It was like fire
It was like her thigh had become the glass blower’s glory hole
It was so much insurmountable pain.

She screamed feeling the flames and seeing this foreign object in her thigh where the burn was.

He calmly turned back to the road.
He let her scream.
She tore at the door on her side, trying to get out.

“Oh, you shouldn’t do that,” he tisk tisked. “You won’t last long out there with this kind of wound.”

He was so placid.
 
She cried and screamed for a while until all of her energy had been used up.
She saw a couple cars as they passed and shouted, gesticulated, but nothing.

She burn became a dull ache the longer she sat.

“Do you have anything to wrap it with?” He asked her.

“No.” She admitted. All of the clothes in her pack were really dirty from the last couple days and she was going to wash everything at her next stop. Her cleanest clothes were the ones she was wearing.

“Take your top off, then.” He said matter-of-factly.

In a bit of a shock of him suggesting it, she hesitated.

“I don’t want you dyin’. You have to tell my story.” He explained. “Take your top off and wrap it around the bloody bits. It’ll clot off better.”

So crying, she did.
 
Moochienanu said:
She cried and screamed for a while until all of her energy had been used up.
She saw a couple cars as they passed and shouted, gesticulated, but nothing.

She burn became a dull ache the longer she sat.

“Do you have anything to wrap it with?” He asked her.

“No.” She admitted. All of the clothes in her pack were really dirty from the last couple days and she was going to wash everything at her next stop. Her cleanest clothes were the ones she was wearing.

“Take your top off, then.” He said matter-of-factly.

In a bit of a shock of him suggesting it, she hesitated.

“I don’t want you dyin’. You have to tell my story.” He explained. “Take your top off and wrap it around the bloody bits. It’ll clot off better.”

So crying, she did.
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This is very good, you really should consider posting a short story and incorporate this i and your other snippets into it as a completed work. I'd love to read that story.:rose:
 
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Moochienanu said:
She cried and screamed for a while until all of her energy had been used up.
She saw a couple cars as they passed and shouted, gesticulated, but nothing.

She burn became a dull ache the longer she sat.

“Do you have anything to wrap it with?” He asked her.

“No.” She admitted. All of the clothes in her pack were really dirty from the last couple days and she was going to wash everything at her next stop. Her cleanest clothes were the ones she was wearing.

“Take your top off, then.” He said matter-of-factly.

In a bit of a shock of him suggesting it, she hesitated.

“I don’t want you dyin’. You have to tell my story.” He explained. “Take your top off and wrap it around the bloody bits. It’ll clot off better.”

So crying, she did.
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I am back and I was anxious to get back to your story! Excellent so far! :rose::rose::rose:
 
“Do you have something to take notes with?” He asked, looking over to her then back to the road.

“I umm, I have a tape recorder...” she started, glancing at the bag which also held her cell phone.
Her lifeline
Her only hope for help.
“...but I can’t reach it,” she finished, silent tears of pain still falling from her eyes.

“Oh, gotcha,” he said. “Lemme just...” he reached down between her legs and pulled the loop on the pack until it was up on her other thigh.
The thigh that wasn’t keeping her from opening the car door and rolling out.

She unzipped the pack and dug through, quickly finding the two things she was searching for. She palmed the phone and made it look like she was just taking the little digital recorder out.
 
Moochienanu said:
“Do you have something to take notes with?” He asked, looking over to her then back to the road.

“I umm, I have a tape recorder...” she started, glancing at the bag which also held her cell phone.
Her lifeline
Her only hope for help.
“...but I can’t reach it,” she finished, silent tears of pain still falling from her eyes.

“Oh, gotcha,” he said. “Lemme just...” he reached down between her legs and pulled the loop on the pack until it was up on her other thigh.
The thigh that wasn’t keeping her from opening the car door and rolling out.

She unzipped the pack and dug through, quickly finding the two things she was searching for. She palmed the phone and made it look like she was just taking the little digital recorder out.
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This is really good! :rose::rose::rose:
 
She slipped the phone down into her skirt between her legs
Dropped the bag back to her feet
And looked at the recorder
Trying to remember how to breathe
Trying to think through this whole thing that was happening around her

At times like this, when she was stressed, she would go to another place
It was like she was on the outside of a situation
She could look at it like a puzzle to be solved,
Removing herself from the immediate,
Looking to the end
Where she could hopefully walk away alive.
 
Moochienanu said:
She slipped the phone down into her skirt between her legs
Dropped the bag back to her feet
And looked at the recorder
Trying to remember how to breathe
Trying to think through this whole thing that was happening around her

At times like this, when she was stressed, she would go to another place
It was like she was on the outside of a situation
She could look at it like a puzzle to be solved,
Removing herself from the immediate,
Looking to the end
Where she could hopefully walk away alive.
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Really enjoying this! Well written
:rose::rose::rose:
 
She pressed the button down on the recorder and nodded.

He started from the beginning.

“I’m a time traveler,” he explained. “I didn’t wanna hurt you, but I had to. I needed you to be stuck here. I needed you to not come with me when I jump.”

She tried to hide her skepticism.
She’s a journalist.
She’s not a chump.
This was bullshit.
Bullshit she would have to listen to.
Bullshit was something she could deal with if it gave her more time to put the pieces of escape together.

“I come from the past, but have been to the future. I know you will write this account of what happens here, what I tell you today, because I’ve already read it, see?” He continued as if he didn’t ask it like a question, but rather was stating the fact. “So you, my dear, have nothing to worry about from me.”
 
Moochienanu said:
She pressed the button down on the recorder and nodded.

He started from the beginning.

“I’m a time traveler,” he explained. “I didn’t wanna hurt you, but I had to. I needed you to be stuck here. I needed you to not come with me when I jump.”

She tried to hide her skepticism.
She’s a journalist.
She’s not a chump.
This was bullshit.
Bullshit she would have to listen to.
Bullshit was something she could deal with if it gave her more time to put the pieces of escape together.

“I come from the past, but have been to the future. I know you will write this account of what happens here, what I tell you today, because I’ve already read it, see?” He continued as if he didn’t ask it like a question, but rather was stating the fact. “So you, my dear, have nothing to worry about from me.”
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:rose::rose::D:D:D
 
I wonder though, if I should stop? There are enough pieces now for them to finish the story for themselves.
 
Moochienanu said:
Yes, but that’s rude. They want completion. They don’t want the first bit and to be left hanging.
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True, but you have a poem to write still before bed in an hour, Moochie. Or did you forget about National Poetry Writers Month? Yeah, you know, commitments.
 
Moochienanu said:
True, but you have a poem to write still before bed in an hour, Moochie. Or did you forget about National Poetry Writers Month? Yeah, you know, commitments.
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I could write a poem pretty quick. I only need a certain space in my mind for that...
 
Moochienanu said:
I could write a poem pretty quick. I only need a certain space in my mind for that...
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Yes, and these characters you’re writing here have lived in your mind for a VERY long time. They can stay there longer. Maybe you can pull them out again some time. Right now, priority to a poem. *cracks whip*
 
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