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DOUBLE TROUBLE

　

“Anyone fool enough to marry identical twins one after the other, needs a keeper.”

The warning from Brian’s father rang though his thoughts as he stood at the alter.

He looked toward Alicia and saw her sweet innocence. ‘This time, I’ll get it right.’ Only

the twins mother and he could tell them apart. Their father gave up after their teen age

years, when they became exactly like clones. But Brian was absolutely convinced he

wasn’t marrying Alexandria all over again.

Alexandria had a mole high on the inside of her left thigh shaped like a crescent

moon. Alicia amazingly had a tiny beauty spot located exactly in the same area. However

the crescent was turned backwards. He paused suddenly, ‘God forbid, they wouldn‘t dare,

or would they?’ His body started to convulse ever so slightly but no one took notice

except Brian’s best man.

“You have the shakes man?”

Brian waved him to silence. The ceremony continued as Brian felt beads of sweat

roll down between his shoulder blades. Finally the scary part started,

“…. or forever hold your peace.”

Two agonizing seconds went by. ‘Slam, Slam’ echoed through the small church as

the rear doors were thrown back.

“I object” rang out.

Both bride and groom stared at the rear of the church, where Alexandria stood

there stomping her foot,

“I’ve been kidnapped,” she yelled. “Further more it was my sister and two ruffians

who grabbed me, tied me up and locked me in a closet..”

“You’re out of your mind sis, you are Alexandria. Your sorry that you lost him.

Don’t make an idiot of yourself.”

“Mom,” Alexandria screamed, “you tell her I’m Alicia., for God sakes.”

The wedding party fell in a stupor of shock listening to this and the preacher’s

comments didn’t help,

“I’m not going to be a party to a circus,” he said, left the pulpit and walked out of

the church.

Brian took the mike and addressed the rather amused wedding crowd,

“I’m sorry for the interruption, there’s no need explaining the problem, but if you’ll

be patient with us, it shouldn’t take long to work out.”

With the wedding party disappearing through the side door, the wedding crowd

broke out in chitter, chatter to amuse themselves while Brian’s best man set out to capture

the preacher. Forty five minutes later, the music started and Alicia marched down the aisle

with a radiant smile.

Brian leaned to the minister’s ear,

“Skip the part about ‘forever hold your peace.”

The preacher nodded, the wedding went on without a hitch as did the reception at

a nearby hotel. Later on as the two lovers entwined each other, Brian froze as a moment

of doubt arose,

“I know I’m a worry wart, but would you mind if I look at your beauty mark for a

moment?”

A slight pause in love making, a quick look and Brian bolted out of bed. “Damn it

Alexandria, I married you twice. Why?”



“Well, we talked about it before the wedding and Alicia told her thoughts to me.”

“Her ideas? I thought she loved me.”

“She does and so do I, You know I‘ve missed you. We decided to share you

between us only we wont tell which one because we‘re having the beauty spots removed

surgically. It’ll be more amusing to you when you wonder who you’re sleeping with. As

you furious with us?”

Brian thought for a moment and an devilish looking grin filled his face,

“I kind of like the idea,” he said. “Let’s see which one of you can please me the

most“

The exhausted couple spread across the bed. Alexandria slept soundly, Brian

grinned,

‘I know the key to tell them apart but don‘t think you as the reader is going to find

out.’



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ALLIGATOR BOY

THE LRGEND OF CHIEF BILLY THUNDERCLOUD

　

　

At the end of the second Seminole war of 1842, no peace treaty was signed. The

Seminole Indians existed for a hundred years, hidden in the everglades. By the 1950’s

some migrated to dryer lands in South Florida. Stories of Billy Thundercloud spread

through Florida. The Seminoles called him, ‘Ma-omof Fusua’ or Alligator Boy.

His family lived in the swamps when he was born. He went missing one day and

his mother panicked and ran to a deep water area in the Everglades. She found her son

sitting with three massive alligators, whispering to them. He was four at the time. His

legend grew as he got older and would gather his afternoon audience beside the deep

area.

Other Seminoles hesitated to join him when as many as a dozen alligators would

surround him in rapt interest, never touching him unless he said ‘Mofaus Kei’ which

means playtime. They would wrestle with him, their jaws closing in thunderous claps,

always missing him an inch or two. The tribe anointed him as Chief Billy Thundercloud.

As he grew in stature he never forget his fierce playmates and yearned for their

company. On weekends he would join them and once, he invited his natural history

professor from the University Of Miami, along for company.

She was half Seminole with half Irish thrown in, a beauty for the ages. Wearing a

sheer blouse, top buttons loose with a little jiggle as she walked, she oozed innocently.

Tight blue jeans walked down a tight derriere , they seemed to be spray painted on.

When they sat by the bank, Billy was so proud of her

She expressed little fear as she sat with him surrounded by massive jaws and eyes

that spoke evil. But she knew as long as Billy was with her, she was safe. She leaned over

to him,

“How about an A for this assignment. Are you old enough for me to kiss you?“

“If you won’t tell, my lips are sealed.” They shared a gentle kiss and held hands

within the circle of predators. Denise took many photos that day and showed then in her

lecture room. Somehow, several snap shots ended up at the Miami Herald.

A media frenzy started to build with Denise Ocala in the forefront. She asked

Billy for a favor,

“Anything you want,” he replied.

“Can we take the press so they can witness why they call you Ma-omof Fusua?

The publicity will fund the university’s research department on the danger of

development threatening the Everglades.”

“It may upset them to see so many. Will the reporters keep their distance?”

“Of course, I will be sure they follow your wishes.”

Billy sensed a feeling of foreboding the next Saturday when six reporters

followed Denise and Billy far into the glades to the deep part. As agreed, the reporters

stayed back fifty yards as the gators started their ritual with the whisperer. One of the

reporters broke ranks and crept forward for a better photo. An alligator noticed and

edged toward him.

The reporter panicked, drew a pistol and shot at the gator. All hell broke, a large

alligator clamped down on Denise’s leg and dragged her toward the water. Billy jumped

on his back, drew his knife and started to stab the gator but was violently thrown off. As

he rose to his feet, the alligator submerged into the depths with Denise still struggling and

then all was still. The other beasts slid into the water, circled as if waiting for something.

Billy walked up to the reporter who had fired the pistol, knocked him

unconscious, lifted him above his head and walked to the deep place. With a great heave

the reporter hit the water amidst the circling gators. Thrashing sounds drowned his

screams as the gators consumed him.

Billy, his head hung low in grief, walked slowly toward the deep and waded in the

murky, blood stained swamp water. In his native language, he began to chant ,

“Aweka nomateg wabte, aweka nomateg wabte.”

His like long friends consumed his body as commanded.

So a legend built around the alligator boy. When a half moon lights the glades,

some say he can be seen by the deep place encircled by his aquatic friends. Who knows

the mysteries of the Everglades? No one

Long may ‘Ma-omuf Fusua’ tarry. .