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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. .

Don't let this photo frighten you. It's a photo of my grandfather. Wait, that's not correct. I'm not quite as old as the oak tree, I'm propped up against. When you reach my age, life becomes a comedy of present, flash backs and hopes for the next event.Yeah, even those with years, look to the future. Five great grandchildren and fourteen grandchildren cause it.

I hope to post some new and some old stories here. It's for you to decide which is life, fiction or fantasy. If I write about Maureen O'Hara Ann Margaret or Veronica Lake, you can be sure it's fantasy. Some of the other tales won't be that easy for my alter ego crowds me out of the written page on occasion. Speaking about Ann, I did write a story about her. I'll post it at the bottom of this note, Enjoy.

A DALLAS-ROMAN HOLIDAY

　

　

　

　

Matthew McAlister opened the door of his record distributing company to

Melody’s whistle,

“You’re looking smart boss, where are you headed today?”

“On a blind date to a cocktail party and dinner with a gorgeous red head.”

“Lucky you, who is she?”

“Top secret,” he said and entered his private office. His desk calendar read

February 14^th 1964. Tom Johnson, sales manager of RCA Records, Dallas branch, had

invited him. ’Along with forty others,’ he thought, ‘Not much one on one.’

Ten thirty, Matthew’s private line rang,

“Matt, I‘m on the way to Baylor hospital, Dee‘s water broke, can you pick Ann up

at noon?

Of course, Tom.” He could hardly contain himself. ‘There is a God in heaven.’

“Gate 17 at Love Field. She‘s on a private jet from LA. The limo will pick you in

thirty minutes. Take her to the Adolphus.”

“Don‘t worry Tom, she‘s in good hands.”

“Thank you, you‘re a God send.”.

As the limo approached gate 17, a Lear made a perfect landing and taxied

toward the area. ’I hope my heart can’t be heard over this noise,’ Matthew mused as he

stood waiting. She walked toward him in raving beauty,

“Mr. Johnson?”

“Welcome to Dallas. I’m Matthew McAlister. Tom’s at the hospital, his wife’s in

labor, will I do?”

A radiant smile crossed Ann’s face, “You certainly will.”

The limo approached the entrance to McAlister freeway.

“Any relation?” Ann asked.

“My great grandfather donated the land. Are you hungry?”

“Starving.”

“Edward, detour to White Rock Lake.”

“You taking me on a picnic?”

“ Sort of, Gran has a house there with a small gazebo. Will that do?”.

“Sounds lovely, Matthew.”

The limo pulled through the circular drive and stopped in front of a massive

Victorian nestled on five acres lakeside. Matthew took her arm and walked up the stone

path, and opened the door,

“Gran, I have a visitor.”

An elegant lady, mid seventies, descended the staircase,

“What a pleasant surprise, Matt,”

“Gran, this is Ann….”

“I recognize her, welcome my dear. You are exquisite.”

“Thank you, your home is marvelous.”

“I was born in this house, Ann. Why don’t the two of you sit in the gazebo,

Arthur will fix lunch for you.”

“The view is lovely, the food amazing,” Ann said.

“Can you stay awhile?”

“I would never leave if I didn’t have to.”

I imagine Hollywood is in a different world. How’d the filming go?”

“He was very sweet and attentive. It was kind of magical working with him.”

“I’m jealous,”

“You shouldn’t be, you’re better looking.” She leaned over and kissed him gently.

The couple chatted like old friends and watched the February sun on it’s descent

toward the lake.

“I must be going, are you coming tonight?“

“I was but I can’t now after today.”

She kissed him again.

“I understand, two different worlds.”

“If only……”

“Don’t Matthew, I’ve had a wonderful time with you, please don’t spoil it.”

He gathered her in his arms and held her tightly for a moment. “Okay.”

As the sun turned a golden amber in the cloudless sky, the limo sped toward the

Adolphus.

…………

The next morning, Matthew was greeted at his office. Melody spread the front

page of the Dallas Morning News. Headlines marched across the page,

‘ANN MARGARET TAKES A ROMAN HOLIDAY IN DALLAS,

DISAPPEARS FOR SIX HOURS!’

“You didn’t, did you boss?“

Matthew grinned, “What do you think?”

Wuthering Heights

WUTHERING HEIGHTS

　

　

　

“Wuthering Heights”

“So that’s what the fuss is all about, an old book and how much did you pay for it,

Jeremy?”

“Twelve.”

“Twelve what?”

“Twelve thousand, Elizabeth.”

“You better be joshing me, an old ragged book.”

“Not an old book, a first edition, dating to 1847.”

“So what, it’s still an old book.”

“Where is your brain dumb ass? Look at the signature on the cover page.”

“’Emily Bronte‘,” so what, who is she?.”

“Damn Elizabeth, you have the mind of a wart hog.”

“I thought you said that’s why you married me.”

“I lied, it was your old man’s twelve gage.”

“I can’t believe I let you in my pants, your pecker’s the size of my thumb.”

“Ask Marilyn across the street, she doesn’t think so.”

“You are disgusting you know. How do you like the salad I made you?”

“Not bad, it’s kind of crunchy though.”

“It should be, it’s full of glass shreds.”

‘Thank you for waiting ’till I was finished with it. How’s your ice tea?”



“I was going to ask you about that. Why is it so cloudy?

“Arsenic usually makes tea cloud up. If you had a brain, you’d eat it.”

“Did you really poison me, Jeremy?”

“Do you think I’d really do that to you? What about the glass in the salad? I’m

surprised Elizabeth“

“ It’s only baked coconut shreds. “Why, you said you hated me.”

“ That after you melted my bowling ball in the oven. How would you feel?”

“About the same when you Mohawk’ed me while I was sleeping.”

“Is that lust I see in your eyes Elizabeth? Would you like me slap your face?”

“Oh would you please?”

“Don’t be ridiculous, would you like to look for my house keys, right pocket.”

“It’s not the keys I feel it’s Willie Winkle, he all upset.”

‘Oh is he now? Lock the front door Elizabeth. I wanna ’you know’”

“Come a little closer a minute.”

“Damn it Elizabeth, did you have to hit me so hard? You knocked a tooth loose.”

“What about Marilyn across the street?”

“Forget about her, she‘d rather have you then me.“ .

. “ I already knew that. Now take me, even if you’re not Lawrence Oliver.”

“Who’s talking, what makes you think you’re Merle Oberon?”

“To me you’ll always be Heathcliff. Now hit the sheets big boy”

“I’m ready Merle. Please be gentle.”

“Don’t count on it.”

A Romantic Proposal

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A ROMANTIC PROPOSAL

　

The hiss of a breathing machine seemed like second nature to Brain as it should

be. He had lain in a hospital bed for over ninety days, helpless, still as a rock and no sign

of life except for the steady blip coming from the heart monitor. And yet his hearing

was acute as he listened to his family fight over him on the issue of life support. He

thought he was living in hell until in the still of the night, he thought he heard the voice

of a living angel,

“Brian, I am your night nurse, Sally. I’m really off duty tonight so I thought I’d sit

with you. You’re so young to be in this shape but somehow I sense you might be

listening.. I thought I would read to you so you wouldn’t be lying there day after day with

nothing to think about, do you mind?”



‘Do I mind, of course not but how can I tell her?’

He was stunned to hear her response,

“Suppose you move your little finger on your left hand. Will you try?”

‘Somehow she knows I’m listening. Left hand, let me see, damn it. I wish I could

feel it move. Try you idiot, otherwise they’re going to disconnect you.’ He could hear her

breathing close to his face. ’If you kiss me on my cheek, I’ll move my finger,’ he mused.

Silence greeted him for a moment and he thought she had left

“I think you‘re toying with me Brian.”

‘Toying hell, I’m trying to communicate. Where in blazes is my left hand?’

“If you don’t move that finger, you won’t get a story. Are you listening to me?”

He tried with all his energy and waited for her response,

“I know you can do it, don’t mess with me. If you do move it , I’ll give you a kiss.

Is that enough incentive?“

‘Good lord, she hears me in her mind. I can hardly believe it. Left hand, little

finger, try damn it. I can do it.’

Silence greeted him.

‘I think she’s given up on me, my only hope to get out of here‘

“Try one more time Brian, just for me.”



‘God help me, she‘s certainly trying to help.’

He became aware of salt burning in his eyes. ‘What could that be?’ Then he felt a

tear splash on his face and then a light kiss on his right cheek. “My lord, she crying over

my face.

I

“You did it Brain, somehow I knew you could hear. I’ve signaled for the doctor,

don’t fall asleep again, are you listening?”



Brian could fell his whole hand raising off the sheet and the sound of Sally crying

reached him.

He felt the doctor’s hands open his eyes, the small amount of light entered and he

saw Sally, lean over him. His hand raised to the breathing apparatus.

“Doctor, he wants to talk to us, can you remove the respirator?

He did so and Brian spoke his first words in three months. Sally leaned over to

hear,

“Sally, will you marry me?”

“Perhaps, when I know you better, we‘ll see.”



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ching a new story I wrote this week. Enjoy