Campfire Story

Flashback - Mystery
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Mar 21, 2010 09:38 AM Introduction
JmlB started with:
I sat in my car sipping the now cold cup of coffee. My thoughts kept running around in my mind. I clutched my chest. My heart was pounding so fast I could harldy breath.
Come on Sarah stop being so stupid, you know it can't be true. But I saw it.  Conversations swimming around in my head over and over. I tried to convince myself it was not true, that none of this had happened, that it was all just a dream and illusion but yet I still knew deep down the truth of it all, no matter what I'd say to calm myself down I knew what happened. The scene played so vividly in my mind it was as if I was right back in the room with him.




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Jun 04, 2010 01:49 PM Entry #1
JmlB wrote:
It was the usual sunday afternoon and I knew Matt would be in his usual armchair right in front of the tv sipping his cold beer whilst watching whatever rubbish he found to consume him into another world where he could forget his troubles and focus on the screaming girl on the tv about to lose the love of her life! Something Matt told me I would never understand and so I usually left it at that before he would go on to argue the point about how when there are problemes in the world as serious as that how could he try and get a job in some rundown shop not making the least bit of difference.
I went off on my way down to the library to work where I can understand things much clearer, well where I can understand the minds of brilliant authors like Jane Austen and William Golding. It was a place of work but for me a dreamland where I floated in and out of exciting adventures. When I was but 6 years old I was off down the rabbit hole with Alice off to the tea party and from then on thats what I wanted to do.

That sunday after I'd arrived I knew something wasn't right, some new smell was in the air and it wasn't that sweet new leather bounded untouched book but the smell of uncertainty, of the unkown, of an adventure.

As I wheeled the rusty cart around the library as I turned the corner I bumped into a man, a common unknown stranger, yet that was what I had thought then...
Aug 08, 2010 07:51 PM Entry #2
SUKIE wrote:
That common, unknown stranger put his left hand on my right shoulder when I looked down to pick one of the books from the cart to be returned where it used to belong.  I felt a strong electric current coming through his touch which circulated all around my body in a second and finally hit my heart.  I looked at him.

He was about 180 cm tall, around mid-50s who wore glasses which served as binoculars for me to see what was in his eyes.  His blue-gray eyes were sending some signal of emotional distress with hue of blazind fire.  He was dressed in the burgundy dress shirt with his sleeves rolled up toward his elbows.  Two buttons closest from its collar were left opened and his short, curly chest hairs in gray were peaking out like undergarment.  His weavy hairs, also in gray, was neatly combed toward the back with pomade and shined in red, purple, and gold, reflecting under fluorescent light of the library.  Besides he wore a pair of khaki pants and carried his white sweater around his two shoulders which added him an angelic look as if he had a name written on him that no one know but he himself.

Out of his tightly-closed lips came his words as a sharp sword.

"Believe me.  Do you believe me, my dear?"

Without knowing what to respond to his question, I looked down and my eyes accidentally caught a part of his ring finger slightly paler than the other part of his reddish skin.  I felt like a war would be soon declared if I threw my words back to him wrongly.

"Yes, I believe......I suppose I know you......do I?"  And I waited his answer.

"I, too, have been working as a librarian for more than 30 years and I know how you feel.  Air in here is sort of sterile and old stuffs are accumulating...but don't get me wrong, it is a great job.  People rather treat us with respect and gratitude while we are always pleased to assist them.  But, why don't we go outside to breath some fresh air sometimes?  Oh, I forgot to introduce myself......"

And he handed his business card to me.
Aug 10, 2010 05:07 AM Entry #3
JmlB wrote:
His name was printed in gold letters," Mr. Patrick BLACKMAN", underneath it read " BLACKMAN AIRWAYS, a breath of fresh air". It was all very surreal but somewhat inviting. There I was, both hands clutching this card with all my life. Perhaps, he knew what I felt, what I dreamed. I looked back at him, into those blazing eyes, full of adventure. Yet, I wondered, why does he want me to believe in him, trust him, confide with him. It was as if, he could look right into me,into my heart,but that was silly.

I shook my head and handed back his card but he wouldn't take it.

" Please, what do you want from?", my hands shook as his card feel from those once clasped fingers," I beg of you sir, answer me?"

He opened his mouth to talk but no words followed, his face had changed, his eyes, his body urged me to go with him. He touched my hand where I too had a small strip of white encerling my finger.He then slipped some papers into a dusty book and with one last look he left.

The wind blew the papers, they were calling me. As much as I tried to ressit, they beckoned me to look. I stopped my work. I was only going to take one look, a quick glance. I unfolded the crumpled paper.
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