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Tangerine Dream Part VI: I Love You!

Updated on October 5, 2013

“Shh…hush little baby…”

The moment she thought she heard him say, “Shh…hush little baby…” was the moment it happened. Now some may find it rather silly that a grown woman would want to hear those little words, but when she is Josephina Ava Grayson, those words mean everything. Perhaps more than they should, but Ava needed to feel love in the most tender of ways. She needed to be held and needed to feel safe.

A lifetime of battling an invisible force inside of her head had finally taken its toll on her health and livelihood. She could remember that even as a small child, she had battled with the thoughts. Thoughts you were not supposed to have. Ones, according to the preacher of the Primitive Baptist House of Worship said sent a person straight to hell. And yet, hell eventually did not seem as if it could be any worse than the hell of living with the fragments of a brain filled with metal.

A metallic brain is hard to describe to those who do not have them and even harder to explain to those who refuse to believe that they actually exist, but ask most any soldier who has seen combat, and they will tell you that they not only exist, they can rust over time.

Ava Grayson felt as if she had seen combat and the close kind: the kind that rusts over time. She felt as if she had tried hard only to find over and over again that for all tends and purposes it did not matter how large the crowd, Ava felt alone.

And loneliness is such a hurtful feeling. It makes one crawl even deeper into her shell. Eventually, loved ones just came to accept the fact that Ava rarely left her house, but had become connected on the web. She was doing what helped her cope the most, she was writing again. People were writing her back. She had discovered how she could safely interact with others, and not just any others, but fellow writers.

Fellow writers from all over the world and it had been one Benton Silverwood who had stolen her heart, had courted her, and crowned her his queen. He not only responded, he wrote her poetic responses. Before long, Ava was talking a little more. She was smiling. Each time she received a post from Benton SIlverwood, she would read it over and over again, and then there had been the letters. After many months of hide and seek, the phone call from her to him on a hot, mid-day afternoon sitting at the bottom of her driveway in order to sustain the phone signal. There had been the cool, summer evening in the park where she had gone to walk and seen the cloud of birds sweep onto the baseball field, birds she had never seen before: blackish with white rings around their wings. Birds like in the movie: Birds. She took pictures with her cell phone, but she had forgotten her glasses so her pictures just looked like big blurs of gray. The moment before the birds had basically fallen out of the sky was prefaced with the chimes from the Presbyterian Church reminding all of God’s creatures that seven chimes meant 7:00.

And all of the sudden, Ava was feeling lucky. She was feeling so much lighter and the world looked so less harmful. She felt safe.

When the day Benton was to arrive, Ava was up early. She had barely slept a wink for nights not because she was scared or afraid. She was curious and excited. She was getting to meet the man who she had met after discovering some of his writing. The man she had told his poem was “whimsical” who in turn whimsically wrote her back with such grace and charm. She was sure she had felt him holding her 700 miles away. A spiritual connection had been made. Ava could feel herself feeling more and more alive and more and more willing to give life a try.

So, when it came time to go and pick up Benton at the Greyhound station, Ava knew she had a good two hour drive around narrow curves alongside mountains leading into a county or two over once she crossed the State line to think about what she was doing – going to pick up a man she had only met over the net. She could hear Cannon whispering warnings. “Be careful. Check his I.D. Make sure he has a round ticket.”

As soon as she saw him, she loved him. He had been telling her so much about himself that Ava felt as if she had always known him.

In order to make his visit appear professional, an agreement had been made in advance. This was to be a business trip, nothing more. Business was discussed and quickly dismissed for while they wanted to act as if there had been no chemistry; the truth was that there had been nothing but chemistry. Two souls had met through the art of language and all of the nuances explored in that world of words. To deny such a connection existed was futile. Everywhere they went, others could not help but see that what they had was something very special.

And it is those things that are rare that makes them the kind of thing that is special. Rarity is such a paradox. It must be one of the few to survive over time, but time must pass before one knows which ones survived. And in a different world, one where there are no windowsills or mountain sides, Ava and Benton would have made it. Would have been that couple who stood the test of time, but unfortunately they had something that would forever connect them while forcing them to say, “Goodbye.”



Muhammad Mahdi Karim

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      ocfireflies 4 years ago from North Carolina


      Thank you for going the distance and for your honest feedback. I agree Part V may have been confusing. One of the things I will work on in the re-write. Have a great day. You are the best.


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      John Hansen 4 years ago from Queensland Australia

      Well done Kim. It was a big step for you to attempt this short story, but you can tell from the comments it was a success. I got lost a little in Part V, but you had me again in the final installment, the whole and the long distance relationship, ( which I can relate to)very effective. Your writing and descriptions were very good and throughout your images were wonderful.

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      ocfireflies 4 years ago from North Carolina


      Your words are so kind and mean everything coming from one who is as talented as you.

      Thank You,


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      Suzette Walker 4 years ago from Taos, NM

      What a wonderful story - I love the ending. Just the word ...... Distance. This is so creative and I was engaged through the whole thing. You leave us wanting more. I love the imagery you used and the symbolism of the two bugs. Just a precious story. You are a talented short story writer also.

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      ocfireflies 4 years ago from North Carolina


      A huge part of the challenge in writing my little story was trying to make the story feel believable, so your comment really does mean so much to me as does your support.

      Wishing you lots of warmth,


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      Gypsy Rose Lee 4 years ago from Riga, Latvia

      I can just imagine that two people can feel connected even from a distance there are those who just connect even through some sort of wave force. I know it and I believe it. Love those pics. Looking forward to more and passing this on.

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      ocfireflies 4 years ago from North Carolina

      Hi Faith,

      This has been a real adventure for me. I hope I have tapped into something special. With that being said, thank you for being so special.

      Not so sure I could attempt going outside of my comfort zone, if were not for the support from such beautiful people as yourself.

      Wishing you a beautiful southern autumnal day!


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      Faith Reaper 4 years ago from southern USA

      Hi Kim,

      Wow, this scenario could very well be played out in reality via the Internet coupled with the power of writing where two hearts are connected. The world is much smaller and I can see such a romance and connection to be real. Alas, yet, a realistic ending to your wonderful series ...distance, which has always been a downfall to romance in reality. Whimsical imagery for sure : )

      Up and more and sharing

      Hugs, Faith Reaper