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Story Start—Untitled—Part 2

Okay, so you’ll have to read Story Start–Untitled–Part 1 to know what this whole story is actually about.  Anyway, here’s the second installment which really needs a title, y’all:

Toilet tissue.  That’s the first thing she bought after escaping prison.  Some might have thought it would be a stiff drink or maybe a weapon but within just a few hours of her escape she was seated on the cool tile floor of the Woolworths sniffing and squishing rolls of toilet tissue.  The TP in the prison was made of crushed glass and wood splinters.  It could easily have been strung up to replace the barbed wire which topped the fence of the prison yard.  Had the police ever done time… they might have guessed where she’d go.

A guard had taken a liking to her and smuggled her a dress which she’d kept in her pillow.  The guard, a grandfatherly fellow, thought it was an odd request until she’d explained how much she missed the feel of soft fabric on her skin.  Before long, he’d brought her a pretty cerulean blue checkered dress of light cotton.

As she walked down to the bus stop, her thoughts turned to Dean and her sweet little Charlie with his mop of swirling flaxen curls.

They’d married just a few days after they’d met.  She’d looked deeply into his heavily lashed Frank Sinatra eyes and never looked back.  Dean worked as a mechanic though he dreamed of being an artist.  She loved catching him with his sketchbook tucked behind his Bible — drawing her as she cooked dinner, brushed her dirty-dishwater blonde hair, or kissed Charlie’s pudgy hands while he squirmed in her lap.  Charlie was barely two when he started getting sick.  The doctors weren’t sure what was wrong and the bills mounted up.  Dean and those eyes of his said it all… the worry, the stress of having a sick baby, and the ache of knowing that there just wasn’t enough money.

Somehow in the blur of the hospital, the late night calls from doctors, and the impenetrable depths of Dean’s eyes… she failed to see the well-dressed men in her living room or the strange hours Dean was pulling at work.  She didn’t notice that the piles of bills disappeared or that Dean no longer came home with grease on his uniform — or perhaps she just didn’t care.  She didn’t realize just what Dean had done until little Charlie closed his eyes forever and she turned away from the tiny casket to see a church full of people she only knew from the papers.

That night, she confronted Dean.  Dean worked making the plates used to print money for the folks that need that sort of thing.  The same folks that slaughtered family members then mourned them publicly.  The extra money paid Charlie’s bills but Dean knew it wouldn’t be long before he would be eliminated.  It was all set.  She was to run away in the morning and never return to their tiny apartment in the low rent section of Chicago.

Of course, things never go as planned.

She pushed those thoughts out of her head and clutched her grocery bag of toilet tissue.  She had a brand new life ahead of her.  As she took a seat on the bus in her rumpled gingham dress, the driver turned toward her with her ticket still in his stubby fingers and said, “All the way to Virginia with no luggage, Miss Evelyn?”

“I’ve gone longer with less.”  She replied and turned to look out the smudged window as the bus roared away from the curb.

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  • amyb - i am amazed at your storytelling ability. i really feel like i am actually there. great start!ReplyCancel

  • Rosa - Great! Very entertaining!

    Sorry, I don’t have enough time to write more…

    Cheers,

    RosaReplyCancel

  • Michele - Now, I’m sucked in for good. As a librarian I can never put a good book down.
    Can’t wait for the next installment but no pressure OK.ReplyCancel

  • The Cotton Wife - Oooh – that last line is a classic… “I’ve gone longer with less”. Destined to be a classic!!

    Hey, I’m having a contest this week. I’m givin’ away Dirt!ReplyCancel

  • Meadowlark - Now see, for ME, the classic line was “Toilet tissue. That’s the first thing she bought after escaping prison.” It made me giggle.

    Also Lacy, check out this poor girl and her trials with pear pies… I thought if ANYONE could be of any help… it would be Mrs. Harvest Pear Pie chick. 🙂

    http://www.velveteenmind.com/velveteenmind/2008/10/the-trouble-wit.htmlReplyCancel

  • Leah - PLEASE tell me you plan on publishing this when it’s all finished, Lacy! LOL You can self-publish on sites like cafepress and several others that I can’t remember the names of now… of course if you don’t want to do that and some psycho publishers out there won’t pay you big bucks for the honor of publishing what is shaping up to be an incredible novel then I guess I will just be forced to print it all out and staple it together in a little “book” for myself. heheReplyCancel

  • Lynnie - Your opening and closing lines are so great I could imagine you writing a book filled with them! Of course, your middles are pretty darn good too, but you definitely have a talent for grabbing someone’s attention right off the bat so they have no choice but to keep reading, and then leaving them dying for more!

    Where are you getting these great pictures? They’re pretty hilarious!ReplyCancel

  • gingela5 - Good stuff! Keep it coming! I love the pictures that go along with the story. I’m ready for the next chapter please! heheReplyCancel

  • Story Start — Untitled — Part 1 : Razor Family Farms - […] here to be taken to the next segment of this […]ReplyCancel

  • Barb - Oh my gosh Lacy!
    I’m hooked! You are an awesome writer…you can grab hold of my mind and wrap it around your little finger!
    Honestly, if a book doesn’t grab me instantly, say the first page, I rarely go any further!
    Now I can’t wait to read more! But you surely don’t want it ALL here on Razor Family Farms…you get us hooked, finish it, publish it and then SELL it to us -who NEED the rest of the story, and to others who Need to read the WHOLE thing!
    Seriously!
    Momma BarbReplyCancel

  • Leah - Oh well, thanks for trying to help anyway. It was just a little spill and it still works just fine but the stain bugs me. I’m sure I’ll get over it. :p

    I have a sneaking suspicion that folks would indeed buy your writing! Those web sites – cafepress and the other one I’ve heard a lot about is lulu – as far as I know all you have to do is upload your book and then go through a process to make a cover/organize the pages with the font you want etc. then you set the price and sell online or you can buy a bunch to sell on your own. I don’t know the specifics because I have never done that but I have a friend who has sold some things at both web sites; I think she prefers lulu.ReplyCancel

  • Fishing Guy - Lacy: Just keep writing and we will follow along in the bus.ReplyCancel

  • Barbie - Love it, Lacy! I knew you’d write a good story. I can’t wait for the next installment.
    Yes, “I’ve gone longer with less.” is absolutely classic.ReplyCancel

  • Dawn - Wow again. I am looking forward to another instalment. As for a title, that is a tough one not knowing from instalment to instalment where you are going with the story.ReplyCancel

  • Julie at Elisharose - OK, these posts are going to need to be a little longer. I get totally roped in and then it’s over! More, please!ReplyCancel

  • Tipper - Loved it! Only problem-it was too short! I wanted to go with her on that bus and see what happened.ReplyCancel

  • marky - Oh just as good as the first one! Keep them coming!ReplyCancel

  • Kath - I was hooked with the first installment but this one topped that one!!! Great work Lacy! And I will say it again with the rest of your readers…publish!!

    Toilet paper that can be used as barb wire….Ouch! LOLReplyCancel

  • CrossView - Wow! This is so well thought out!

    And somehow I missed this part. When I saw Part 3, I had to dig till I found out. LOL! I couldn’t skip a part, now could I?ReplyCancel

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