I'm kind of stuck on where to go next with the story. I will write more soon; may have to switch to a new store and promise to return to Eddy and Abby when I know what happens next.
--Fiona
September 18, 2010
September 5, 2010
July 24, 2010
25. Being watched
The story continues...
On the front porch of the huge white house, Abby waited between the pillars and admired the scenery as dusk settled on the landscape. The bride, Bethany came out on the porch and smoothed down the bottom of her navy blue silk dress with her hands. She looked deep in thought and only acknowledged Abby with a nod. Instead of heading towards her car, Bethany ran back into the house after muttering something about “my memory.” It was at that instant that Abby had a strange feeling that she was being watched. She felt as if cold fingers traced down her spine and her heart immediately sped up. Although Abby no longer talked about it with even her closest friends, she had been the victim of a stalker in the past. That evening, the feeling of being watched reminded Abby of that long-forgotten fear and she began trembling. She stepped back towards the door and scanned the front yard for a person. However, with the huge trees and draping moss, and it growing darker by the minute, Abby couldn’t pick out a human form.
On the front porch of the huge white house, Abby waited between the pillars and admired the scenery as dusk settled on the landscape. The bride, Bethany came out on the porch and smoothed down the bottom of her navy blue silk dress with her hands. She looked deep in thought and only acknowledged Abby with a nod. Instead of heading towards her car, Bethany ran back into the house after muttering something about “my memory.” It was at that instant that Abby had a strange feeling that she was being watched. She felt as if cold fingers traced down her spine and her heart immediately sped up. Although Abby no longer talked about it with even her closest friends, she had been the victim of a stalker in the past. That evening, the feeling of being watched reminded Abby of that long-forgotten fear and she began trembling. She stepped back towards the door and scanned the front yard for a person. However, with the huge trees and draping moss, and it growing darker by the minute, Abby couldn’t pick out a human form.
July 23, 2010
24. Pantyhose and frizzy hair
The story continues...
Since she was going to a rehearsal dinner, Abby decided that she should wear stockings despite the humidity. She hated pantyhose but would occasionally wear thigh-high stockings with a garter belt; but after such a crazy day, she cursed when she nearly stuck her fingernail through the hose. Abby pulled on the purple slip dress and tiptoed around the bathroom in an attempt to avoid the feel of the cold white marble on her feet. She applied her berry lipstick and thought how strange it seemed to have a rehearsal dinner on Wednesday night when the wedding wasn’t until Saturday night. Abby struggled with her hair for a few minutes, unsure how to try to control the waves and frizz in the extra humidity of the South and finally, gave up with a shrug.
Since she was going to a rehearsal dinner, Abby decided that she should wear stockings despite the humidity. She hated pantyhose but would occasionally wear thigh-high stockings with a garter belt; but after such a crazy day, she cursed when she nearly stuck her fingernail through the hose. Abby pulled on the purple slip dress and tiptoed around the bathroom in an attempt to avoid the feel of the cold white marble on her feet. She applied her berry lipstick and thought how strange it seemed to have a rehearsal dinner on Wednesday night when the wedding wasn’t until Saturday night. Abby struggled with her hair for a few minutes, unsure how to try to control the waves and frizz in the extra humidity of the South and finally, gave up with a shrug.
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