ForevaXena's FanFic . . .
Blue Oblivion
by Jp
© December 1999
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reproduced in whole, or in part, without expressed consent of the author
Disclaimers: Technically, these swinging
chicks belong only to me, but…they may resemble a couple of cool ladies that
belong to RenPics. This is not for profit just a little fun and what a bad case
of writers’ block, a boring job, and a jolt of inspiration can inspire.
Violence: There’s a couple of moments of
swift ass-kicking. On a scale of 1 to 5, I’d give it: 3 or maybe 4 buckets of
blood.
Sex: Where?
When? How much? And how come nobody told me? Nothing too bad, just some sweet
grrl on grrl fumbling. If that gets your panties all in bunch then look
elsewhere, no harm no foul.
Language: I didn’t think virgin ears was
still a concept, so naturally, I ignored it.
Other crap: ‘Charm City’ is my home
when I’m not at school, so it inspired me. I’ve taken a few liberties with
the landscape, but in an off hand sort of way, it’s right. Uh, I’m supposed
to warn about hurt/comfort…so I’m warning.
By the ways and thank yous: Yes, this is
my first jaunt into the genre of UBER!!! By the way the Serenity prayer isn’t
mine. I’d like to say that I came up with all those wonderful lyrics but
actually they belong to: Gershwin (The Man I Love); Young, Crosby, Washington
(Ghost of a Chance); Webster/Livingston (12th of Never); Ellington,
Gordon,Mills (Prelude to a Kiss); Strayhorn(Lush Life); (Angel eyes). I don’t
really have anyone to directly thank, but special big-ups go to all those kick
ass writers (T. Novan, Missy Good, Morrig, LN James, yada yada, the list goes
on) who have kept me up way past my bedtime and have made all my last minute
paper writing sessions possible.
Lunchtime: Feel free to drop me a line and
tell me whatcha’ think, whatcha’ hate, whatcha’ like and all that. Be
easy, be gentle, but if it’s constructive criticism give me your best shot. catwoman59@hotmail.com
Suggested reading tips: Fix a Martini and
grab a stack of cd’s that include: Diana Krall, Billie Holiday, Ella
Fitzgerald, Cassandra Wilson( just to name a few) and then
Chapter 19
Blue held onto the screen door with her right
hand as she made two quick raps on the white hardwood door. She ran a nervous
hand through wind-whipped darks locks as she heard the key turn in the lock and
watch the door slowly pull back. As the door eased opened, Blue was greeted with
a hearty laugh from the cream colored heavy-set woman, who stood in the open
doorway.
"My, my, somebody’s been slummin."
Hazel eyes ran up and down the tall woman, who wore black combat boots, snug
cotton shorts, and a dark green and bight yellow soccer jersey. Blue blushed
slightly at the teasing comment and shifted her weight from one foot to another.
"Well, git in here girl and give me a kiss."
Blue flashed a full smile at the small woman as
she ducked her head and planted a kiss on a warm cheek. "Hey, Cookie."
The older woman linked arms with Blue as she led
her past the living room into the kitchen. She let go of Blue’s arm as she
pushed Blue towards a chair and then went to retrieve two Coke bottles from the
fridge. The woman reached into the pocket of an ever present apron, pulled out a
bottle opener and popped the tops on the bottle. She set them both down on the
table and then moved to the kitchen counter and grabbed a napkin covered plate,
that she sat down on the table between the two of them. Blue watched the woman
with warm eyes as she moved about the kitchen with a warm smile plastered to her
face. Blue took a deep gulp from the ice-cold soda and relaxed back into the
chair.
"So what you been up to Legs? We almost
thought you weren’t coming."
The woman sat down and whipped the napkin off of
the plate to reveal warm slices of cheese bread. Blue’s eyes glazed over in
want as she reached a hand out to pick one up. It was sharply swatted away with
a fleshy hand before she could even get close. "Wash.", was the
command. Blue lowered her eyebrows and put on her best puppy-dog look.
"Wash ‘em." The tall woman was reduced to a small child as she got
up and rinsed her hands in the sink. When she sat back down at the table a warm
piece of bread was waiting for her on a plate. The older woman smiled as she
watched Blue sink white teeth into warm bread. "Good?" She got "mmm"
and healthy shake of the head for a response. "So, what kept you? I can
clearly see time wasn’t lost on choosing an outfit." The old woman
smirked and then bit into her own piece of bread.
"Hey, this outfit was chosen with the utmost
care." Blue looked down at the shorts and smiled as she remembered her
dress-up session with Conner. "No, really, I just got a late start, I was
up kind of late."
"Yeah, I bet." The old woman cut hazel
eys at her in a suspicious manner and then smiled.
Blue crumpled the napkin as she wiped her mouth
and took another drink from her soda. "Where is she?"
"Upstairs messing with that quilt of
hers." The two woman shared a warm smile as they both thought aobut the
woman upstairs and her latest foray into quilting.
"Is she mad?"
"No honey. I told her you were coming and
here you are in all your-uh glory." They laughed. "Now, take those
pretty legs upstairs. Here, take her some bread and then you come talk to me
later." She wagged a finger at blue and then patted her hand. "G’wan
now."
Blue grabbed two pieces of warm bread and bounded
up the stairs and to the left. She hovered in the doorway as she watched the
dark haired woman run time weathered slender fingers over a ball of yarn. She
grabbed the end of the yarn and began to thread it through the needle. On the
second try she got the thread to stay. She placed the needle between her lips as
she used both hands to search out the material in her lap. She knocked it out of
her lap in a rush of motion and then sighed as she bent over the arm of the
chair and begin to pad the ground in front of her feet. Blue walked softly
across the carpet and reached down to pick up the material that had fallen out
of the woman's reach. The older woman picked up her head instinctively and
blankly gazed at Blue.
"Azure?" The voice was quiet and
slightly shaky.
Blue dropped down to her knees in front of the
woman, so that they were at eye level. "Hi mom."
The dark haired woman broke into a brilliant
smile as she held out her arms wide and reached for her daughter. Blue met her
halfway as they shared a tight embrace. Blue pulled back as Carmen ran a slender
hand over Blue's face, stopping only when a fingertip ran across a minute cut on
Blue's lip. She drew her hands away and ran them through Blue's hair, before she
could feel the blood rush to Blue's cheeks.
"I see you still have that bike. You should
carry a comb with you."
"If I did that, I couldn't get you to do it
for me."
"So spoiled." Carmen smiled and placed
warm lips on her daughters' forehead and then sat back in her chair. "Is
that Cookie's bread I smell?"
"Yep."
"W-well give it up." Blue handed over
the bread to her mother as she sat back on her knees and watched her bite into
the warm morsel. She smiled as best she could while staring at her mother's
face.
Time had been kind to Carmen, even if life
hadn't. Her curly dark hair had been cut to her chin as it cradled
bronzed-colored face that crinkled a bit around the eyes and mouth. Blue could
see the edge of a raised welt that led to the dime sized keloid that covered the
area over her temple. The exit wound was concealed by a fall of dark hair behind
her ear. The deep blue eyes that once shown bright with life were no longer
shining or blue. The right had succumbed to the gray veil of cataracts, while
the other just seemed to diminish in color as if it there were nothing left to
take in, since she could no longer see out. Blue pushed away images and sounds
of her past away, as she bit into her own bread.
Blue situated herself between her mother's legs
and handed her the comb. She had decided to tell Carmen about Conner, but not
who she really was. She hadn't even planned on telling her mother that she was
Scottish, but Carmen sensed something and popped her daughter in the skull with
the comb until she came clean. Blue burst into loud laughter that made Cookie
come upstairs, after her mother swatted her once more on the head, and told her
that "it served her right" to have met Conner.
She stayed with her mother and Cookie late into
the evening. When she finally returned home, she took a well-needed shower and
collapsed onto the bed as she gave a passing thought to calling Conner, but
decided to just wait until tomorrow.
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