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wonders whether the World is ready for Lawrence 2.0..... laughs and thinks not.
posted by a cold steel heart at 2:16 PM
the quiet you feel when you're in the eye of the hurricane
posted by a cold steel heart at 2:16 PM
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Each time the front door of the cafe opened its beveled old world glass gave off a prismatic effect sweeping the room, like the beacon of a lighthouse.
So when the beacon flashed and in the doorway framed by the searchlight stood Cash Petrov.I knew instantly that it was her...
Six feet of wraithlike woman pushing 50 in a capejacket is enough even to lift the barman's jaded eyebrow, and his flash of utter suprise was because she rattled somehting off in Italian at him made hin bow smile and blush at the same time.
Down the long corridor of tile between us I could only see one thing... feral eyes sweeping the room, taking it all in slowly...tasting it's realness, it's authencity. happened to be an old cafe deep in it's neighborhood's history and didn't hide it. A smile plyed over her lips in approval.
Suddenly she used that long walk to turn every head in the room to stand in front of me.
I savored the momnet of eyes playing over each other, tasting the other person, the whole visual devouering of another person who's soul you've already me.... someone you've spent time with, shared a life with... but have never met.
I put out my hand in gunslinger fashion and in my best Lordship voice said
"You are, M'lady, Cash Petrov."
Those eyes..."and there could be no other Stormi Forcella, in this World or any other."
then her strong thin arms were around me and I smelled her hair and she said, "hi, Kid" as I squeezed her back just as hard. "Hi, Godmother"
She laughed...she let me go and in one motion pulled out spun and sat down in her chair. Rolling her hand at me to do the same, she got confortable. Jacket draped, cigs tossed on table shamlessly.
when she sighed her relief the barman came bearing a tray. Coffes for 2, biscotti for 10 and 3 vials of a clear liquer which brought her to her feet again, towering over all of us as she passed them out, looked each of us in the eye before she said "To Blurring the worlds only to find that they are the same in spirit and heart. To Life!" and crack downed her vial and the barman and I smiled through ours.
Picking up my minicorder on the table and lighting a forbidden cigerette, heaved a gentle sigh and said "This is for you, Stormi/Jimmy. This is 2000... whatever, it doesn't matter... time doesn't matter... it's only that I'm a bit vain, and I want to tell the story but...I need to have someone to tell it to, you know? That's gonna be you, Jimmy... cos you know some of it, but you can kind of be both my brakes and my heart, ok?"
"Cash... anything you want in any world, ok?"
Suddenly the voice firmed up and she picked up the recorder again rasped deeply, softly into it...
I am Cash Petrov, and this my friends is my story....
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