Friday, March 1, 2013

FIRE


FIRE

By: Terri Talley Venters

 
“You can bring the crate in here, if you don’t mind,” Barbie Butler said to the mover.

“No problem, Ma’am.” He maneuvered the wooden crate in front of the fireplace in Mrs. Butler’s home.

“Thank you so much for moving this from my husband’s office. I greatly appreciate it.” Barbie handed the man an enormous tip.

“You’re welcome, Ma’am.” He clenched the cash in his sweaty fist and then left the palatial home.

Barbie descended the stairs into the wine cellar. Her eyes scanned her soon-to-be ex-husband’s extensive wine collection. She searched for what appeared like the most expensive bottle of wine. She found a bottle of Fifty-Seven Bordeaux. She figured the oldest bottle also represented the most expensive bottle. She took the stairs back up and uncorked the dusty bottle to let it breathe. Barbie never considered herself an expert in wine, but she’d picked up a few things from Bill over the years.

She started a fire in the enormous fireplace. Tonight felt ceremonious. Tonight Barbie planned to purge Bill Butler from her life. She took a seat in the oversized wing-back chair and watched the fire roar to life. Watching the fresh logs slowly turn to ashes reminded her of her own failed marriage—beginning as a roar of flames and ending with a pile of dirty ashes.

Barbie blamed Bill for the entire mess. His constant infidelity and lies made it impossible to forgive him. She smiled knowing she’d raped him in the divorce. His seven figure paycheck provided a nice alimony payment for the next ten years.

She admired her size four frame and thought she still looked smoking’ hot for her forty-five years. Kickboxing and botox were her two best friends. With half of Bill’s wealth and a point to prove, Barbie couldn’t wait to get back into the meat market of the dating world. She took pride in her new cougar status and hoped to run into Bill with a hot twenty-eight year old on her arm. 

Barbie poured her first glass of wine and put her nose to the glass to inhale the aroma. It smelled divine. She gently swirled the glass in a clockwise motion as she watched the red wine dance along the upper inside of the glass. She stopped swirling and witnessed the legs of the wine slowly slide back down the inside of her glass.

She took her first sip and felt the flavors dance along her taste buds. Then she downed the entire contents in one gulp, just because she knew it would’ve pissed Bill off had he been here to witness such an atrocity. Then she poured herself a second glass.

She slowly flipped the pages of her wedding album and recalled how happy she’d been on her wedding day. She truly loved Bill back then. He acted like such a charmer. He still proved himself charming, but just towards other, much younger women.

Barbie slowly removed the pictures with Bill in them. She’d keep the ones with just her and her family. But she needed to see his face burn. She painstakingly tossed each one into the fire. She smiled as the flames engulfed Bill’s image right before her eyes.

Now for the highlight of tonight’s festivities. She turned her attention to the wooden crate dominating the study. She opened the lid with a crowbar and beheld the antique medieval knight of armor.

The Knight represented an important part of Bill’s family legacy and had remained in his family for generations. He loved the hunk of metal more than anything else in the world. So Barbie found it mandatory to destroy it. She knew this act would hurt him more than anything else. And she needed to hurt him as much as he’d hurt her.

She started to remove the head of the Knight. She planned to set it on the mantle so it could watch her destroy the rest of the body. She planned to take him apart piece by piece, and then throw each one into the fire. She’d drink the rest of the expensive French wine during the process.

She tugged at the Knight’s head. It felt tighter than she had expected. She braced her foot against the Knight’s chest and pulled with all of her might. She felt the helmet give way and it came off into her hands. With one swift motion, the rest of her life changed forever.

The Knight’s head wasn’t hollow. A treasure beyond her wildest dreams filled the antique helmet. Barbie stood in awe as she stared at the diamonds, rubies, emeralds, sapphires, and gold. 

Friday, February 1, 2013

GERMANIUM


GERMANIUM
 
By: Terri Talley Venters
 
Dachau, Germany

Joseph regretted not fleeing Nazi-occupied Austria sooner. And he regretted taking the train. But he didn’t want his pregnant wife, Sara, and three-year-old daughter, Rachel, traversing the mountainous terrain into Switzerland on foot. When the Nazis boarded the train with their guns, he knew it was over. “Papers please” they’d said. The instant they read his name, Joseph Stein, the Nazis escorted him and his family off of the train. They stripped them of their possessions, their clothes, their dignity, and their freedom.
Albeit Macht Frei. Translated: Work Makes Free. Joseph read the wrought-iron sign above the arched gate. He slowly marched into the concentration camp with hundreds of others. The shackles cut into his wrists and ankles, but he dare not complain. His life depended on his hard work and compliance.
Joseph followed submissively into Dachau. Rows and rows of long-rectangular barracks filled the camp. Joseph hadn’t seen his wife and daughter since Austria, but he’d seen the Nazis load them onto a different train with all the other women and children.
He waited in line for his medical examination. The Nazi doctors examined each prisoner. The doctors instructed the healthy ones to exit to the right to start working immediately. They ordered the sickly and weak prisoners to the left.
“Where are they taking them?” Joseph whispered to the prisoner in front of him.
“To either the gas chamber or crematorium for extermination,” the man whispered back.
Joseph grimaced. His turn loomed. But his destiny didn’t concern him as much as the fate of his pregnant wife and young daughter. The man in front of Joseph stepped forward for his turn. The Nazis stripped him naked and examined him, then motioned for him to turn right. Joseph exhaled with relief for his new friend’s prolonged life expectancy. 
Joseph stepped up for his medical exam. He held his head high and kept his shoulders back to appear as strong and healthy as possible. He needed to stay alive to rescue Sara, Rachel, and Benjamin, his unborn son. The Nazi doctor stripped Joseph naked and listened to his heart and lungs with a stethoscope.  The doctor ordered Joseph to the right and another Nazi officer handed him his work coverall.
Joseph dressed quickly and marched with the others to work. As he marched, he saw a line of women and children waiting to be examined. He searched frantically for Sara and Rachel. Then his eyes locked onto Sara’s. She held hands with Rachel. Tears dropped down Sara’s and Rachel’s cheeks. Their horrified expressions pleaded for help. But Joseph kept marching, helpless. He mouthed “I love you,” and turned the corner with the others. They were out of his sight and he feared the worst. The Nazis wouldn’t want the burden of a pregnant woman and a helpless child.
He arrived at an enormous hole and a Nazi handed him a shovel and pointed. “Dig.” Joseph obeyed and forced the shovel into the earth. He dug with tenacity. He needed to prove his value to stay alive, at least until he learned of Sara and Rachel’s fate.
After hours of digging, he followed his fellow prisoners back to the barracks. He took the bowl of mush the Nazi guard handed him. Without an appetite, Joseph forced the cold, tasteless dinner down his gullet. The vomit rose into his mouth. He closed his lips and swallowed it back down, afraid if he expelled the contents of his stomach, they’d exterminate him.
Despite the hard wooden bed, putrid odor, and cold night air, sleep took Joseph to a utopian dream. He and Sara danced in the flower-filled meadow. The sound of their children’s laughter permeated the beautiful sunny day. Majestic mountain peaks dominated the horizon. Birds chirped their songs as they flew above the bountiful picnic lunch awaiting Joseph, Sara, Rachel, and Benjamin.
“Macht schnell!” The Natzi guard hollered into the barracks.
Joseph bolted upright from his dream and filed in line promptly to comply. He shuffled behind his friend and followed the line of prisoners back to the enormous hole they’d dug the day before. His eyes scanned the surroundings in a desperate search for Sarah and Rachel. 
A Nazi handed Joseph a shovel and directed him towards the same hole. Joseph arrived at the edge of the hole and stared into the thirty-foot deep ditch. The horrific smell of rotted flesh filled his nostrils before he saw the dozens of human corpses dumped into the mass grave. Joseph’s heart ached with the pain they suffered. At least they were now at peace in heaven, and he envied them.
Something in the pile of death glistened in the morning sunlight. Joseph spotted the long red curly hair and recognized the tendril. He followed the hair to the face of his beloved Sarah. Her empty expression stared down at their daughter, Rachel, whose lifeless form clung to her mother’s swollen belly.
“Nein!” Joseph screamed as he slumped to his knees. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he stared at his dead family piled in the mass grave. With nothing to live for, he stood up, prayed for forgiveness, and dove head first into the grave.
Snap.
***
The sun shone brilliantly through the peaks of the mountain top. Flowers filled the meadow as Joseph held hands and danced with his beloved Sara and Rachel.    

Thursday, January 17, 2013

Interview with Carmen Stefanescu, author of Shadows of the Past


Interview with Carmen Stefanescu, author of Shadows of the Past

1. If you could date any character from any book, who would it be?
          Edmond Dantes-The Count of Monte Cristo


2. If you could transport to any place during any time period, where and when would you go?
          I would Escape to a paradise island.


3. When and why did you start writing?
          Reading and writing have been an intricate part of my life. I’ve been writing since I was a student. Satirical poems and short stories at that time, in my native tongue, Romanian. Poems in English, later. I was awarded the Silver Cup for poetry in 2004 for my English poems.

 
4. What is your favorite part about writing?
            The  moment I write  two words: The End

5. What are you working on now and what are your writing goals/plans for the future?
            I’ve recently finished my second novel. Another paranormal. A historical one. It’s something linked to Vlad the Imapaler’s life. So again, the Middle Ages, but this time in Romania. There are so many books on Vlad, written by foreigners who focus on the “vampire” idea, and I think it’s time for one of his country people to show what historical, political and social circumstances led to his being nicknamed Dracula.

6. Favorite book(s)?
          Paulette Mahurin -The Persecution of Mildred Dunlap, Catherine Cookson – The Silent Lady, Th. Hardy -Tess D'Urbervilles, Jeffrey Archer - A Prisoner by Birth, M. H. Clark – Remember Me, Alexandre Dumas - Twenty Years After. And many, many others.


7. Favorite movie(s)?
            The Bridges of Madison County;  Philadelphia Experiment; To Sir with love; Louis de Funes's movies; Vertigo


8. Favorite TV show(s)?
            The Mob's Doctor;   24;   Downton Abbey; The Event


9. What is on your "Bucket List":

            -Be the best mum I can be.

            -Hit best sellers list

            -Experience an OBE- out of body experience.

            -Try a hypnotic regression to past lives.

            -Visit Walt Disney World, Florida, USA.

            -Get closure on all my hurt, and unhappiness of the past.

           

Thank you very much for hosting my interview!


Author bio:

Carmen Stefanescu was born in Romania, the native country of the infamous vampire Count Dracula, but where, for about 50 years of communist dictatorship, just speaking about God, faith, reincarnation or paranormal phenomena could have led someone to great trouble - the psychiatric hospital if not to prison.
              
 
English  and German teacher in her native country and mother of two daughters, Carmen Stefanescu survived the grim years of oppression, by escaping in a parallel world, that of the books. 
She has dreamt all her life to become a writer, but many of the things she wrote during those years remained just drawer projects. The fall of the Ceausescu’s regime in 1989 and the opening of the country to the world meant a new beginning for her. She started publishing.


                      Shadows of the Past

                      
Anne's relationship with her boyfriend Neil has disintegrated. After a two-year separation, they pack for a week vacation in hopes of reconciling. But fate has other plans for them.

The discovery of a bejeweled cross and ancient human bones opens a door to a new and frightening world--one where the ghost of a medieval nun named Genevieve will not let Anne rest. This new world threatens not only to ruin Anne and Neil's vacation but to end all hopes of reconciliation as Anne feels compelled to help free Genevieve's soul from its torment.

Can Anne save her relationship and help Genevieve find her eternal rest?

The twists and turns in this paranormal tale keep the reader guessing up to the end and weave themselves together into a quest to rekindle love.

Publish date: 4th December 2012


Publisher: Wild Child Publishing
 

Author, Carmen Stefanescu's  Site: http://shadowspastmystery.blogspot.ro/

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Tuesday, January 1, 2013

HYDROGEN


HYDROGEN 

Frankfurt, Germany
May 3, 1937


Britta’s bright blue eyes widened as she walked up the gangplank to board her flight. “It’s so big, Mommy.” The seven-year old girl clasped her mother’s gloved hand.

“The top part is big, but where we sit is small. There are only 36 passengers on this plane.” Gretchen looked down at her beautiful blonde daughter and smiled with pride.  She presented their tickets to the officer who checked their papers and escorted them to their seats. 

“I wanna count. One, two, three…..” Britta, distracted already, paused and looked out the window. The inflated fabric of the blimp dominated her view from the tiny window. “Why can’t we go in the big part mommy?” Britta pleaded as she looked at her mother.

“That’s where they keep the hydrogen, honey. We couldn’t breathe the air in there.”

Gretchen tightened her grip on her handkerchief as the aircraft slowly rose above the ground. “Mommy, look! We’re floating in the air. Why does it take 3 days to go to America?” Britta continued looking out of the window.

“America is far, far away, sweetheart.”

“Can we go again?” Britta asked.

“No honey, we’re going to live in America for a while. Besides, other people are waiting to fly from America to England to see the coronation of King George VI and Queen Elizabeth.” Gretchen said.

“I wanna go!  I wanna be a princess.” Britta crossed her arms and stomped her foot.

“We have to stay in America where it’s safe. Then we can come home to Daddy.” 

“I miss Daddy. Can I write him a postcard?” Britta asked.

“That’s a great idea, honey. Daddy would love to get a postcard from you.”

“Can I take these gloves off? Please, Mommy?” Britta stared up at her mother and expertly pouted her lips.

“Just this once.” Gretchen relented.

“Yippee!” Britta yanked off her gloves and tucked them into her dainty handbag. She grabbed a pencil wrote on the postcard to daddy: 

Dear Daddy,

I miss you, Daddy.

I wish you were going to New York with us.

I wanna be a princess when I grow up.

I like flying on the Hindenburg.

Friday, December 7, 2012

Interview with Cherie Reich, Author of the Nightmare Collection



Interview with Cherie Reich

 

If you could date any character from any book (doesn't have to be one of yours) who would it be? Oh, wow! Good question, and it’s so hard to pick just one. I must admit I like the loner, quiet, intelligent characters the best, so I’d have to go with Sherlock Holmes ... or Severus Snape.

If you could transport to any place during any time period, where and when would you go? I would go to Rome during Julius Caesar’s time, perhaps just before he was assassinated. I think Caesar is one of the most fascinating men in history, and I’d love to see what Ancient Rome was like in such a turbulent time before the fall of the Republic and rise of the Emporers.

When and why did you start writing? Although I wrote some Harry Potter fan fiction, roleplayed, and wrote an original short story or two, I started writing seriously on January 15, 2009. I started writing because I had a story idea in my head for a YA Fantasy trilogy, and I figured after daydreaming about it for three years, I should just start writing it.

What is your favorite part about writing? Creating new worlds and people. I love imagining what will happen next to them.

What are you working on now and what are your writing goals/plans for the future? I’m editing my YA Contemporary Romance novel Starred and hope to query publishers for it sometime early next year. I am also writing a YA Fantasy novella titled The Loveless Princess, which I plan to self-publish sometime early next year. I plan to keep writing and publishing. I swear I have enough ideas to carry me through at least the next ten to twenty years.

Favorite book(s)? The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde, the Harry Potter series by JK Rowling, and the Across the Universe series by Beth Revis

Favorite movie(s)? The Red Violin, Harry Potter series, Lord of the Rings, and the Dark Knight trilogy

Favorite TV show(s)? Psych, CSI, The Mentalist, Hart of Dixie, Survivor, The X-Files

What is on your "Bucket List"? I would love to eventually have enough money to travel the world. The only other country I’ve been to is Mexico so far, and there are so many more places I want to see.


 
The Nightmare Collection Information
 
Book Description:
A legend is hungry tonight.

A child monster will get its first taste of blood in Nightmare at the Freak Show. Four friend will enter the forest on December night, but only one can survive in Once Upon a December Nightmare. Almost ten years after Cassie's December nightmare, the monster awakens to hunt again in Nightmare Ever After.
Publication Date: November 17, 2012
Cover art by Nicemonkey at Dreamstime.com. Cover design by Aubrie Dionne. Bookworm logo for Surrounded by Books Publishing created by Cherie Reich.
 
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Author Bio:
A self-proclaimed bookworm, Cherie Reich is a writer, freelance editor, book blogger, and library assistant living in Virginia. Her short stories have appeared in magazines and anthologies. Her e-books include the horror series Nightmare, a short story collection with authors Aubrie Dionne and Lisa Rusczyk titled The Best of Raven and the Writing Desk, the futuristic space fantasy novelette trilogy Gravity, and The Foxwick Chronicles, a series of fantasy stories. She is a member of Valley Writers and the Virginia Writers Club.
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Saturday, December 1, 2012

Carbon Copy Excerpt "The Swamp" chase scene


Carbon Copy Excerpt
"The Swamp" chase scene
 

“Let’s go, Gators!” Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap! “Let’s go, Gators!” Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap! Lilly clapped her hands and sang one of the many Florida Gator cheers. She, and seventy-five thousand other Gator fans, packed into The Swamp. Of course, this proved typical for any Florida Gator football game, but especially a game as important as Florida vs. Florida State.

Florida Gator fans nicknamed Florida Field as “The Swamp.” The Swamp could hold over eighty-five thousand people and represented more than just twenty-two players throwing a pigskin ball on a one-hundred yard long grass field. The Swamp represented an experience like none other.

Lilly and Luke usually sat in a block of seats with her sorority sisters in the student section. Even though they graduated two-and-half-years ago, there were always tickets to be found in the student section. If one knew the right people, of course. Students quickly learned the lucrative business of selling their much-desired seats for the best games. The thought of one-hundred dollars or more in quick cash tempted many starving college students. After all, one-hundred dollars lasted forever on a bar tab at the Purple Porpoise.

Luckily, for this game, they acquired four tickets in the Touchdown Terrace located in the north-end zone. Lilly and Luke sat with their twin cousins, Kitty and Pat, who were also Florida Alumni. Although the air-conditioned suite seemed exponentially tamer than the standing room only seats of the student section, the crazy, hyped-up atmosphere of The Swamp still filtered into their pores.

The first half of the football game flew by, along with their buzzes. The foursome tailgated prior to kick-off. Kitty and Lilly sobered up as they watched their beloved Gators stay ahead on the scoreboard. However, Luke and Pat acted drunker and drunker as the game progressed. Lilly first became suspicious of their juvenile behavior as she watched them consume numerous diet cokes. But their mysterious trips to the men’s room confirmed her suspicions. She figured out their scheme. The boys sneaked contraband into the game: Captain Morgan’s spiced rum.

Lilly never desired to sneak booze into The Swamp; drinking both before and after the game seemed more than sufficient. Besides, the thought of Luke and Pat, or anyone else, mixing drinks in the men’s room at The Swamp repulsed her. She prayed the boys were smart enough not to get caught. Lilly didn’t wish to witness Luke and Pat being ejected from the football game.

Assuming security took the intoxicated fans to jail. She’d made up her mind she and Kitty would wait until after the game ended to bail their twin truants out of jail.

It would completely screw up her well-laid itinerary for the late afternoon, though. She didn’t want to miss meeting up at the sorority with her friend, Rachel, after the game.

 

* * * *

 

The clock turned zero at halftime, and Lilly hollered with the crowd. The Gators led by a touchdown. The Florida State marching band filed onto the field. Lilly scrunched her nose in distaste and turned to Kitty.

“Hey, I’m going to the student section to see my sorority sisters. Do you want to join me?” Lilly asked Kitty.

Kitty, who was now in her thirties, shook her head. “No, thanks. Each time I return here, the students look younger and younger. It’s depressing.”

“Don’t be silly, you look fantastic. You could pass for my twin,” Lilly gushed.

“Thanks, Lil’.” Kitty smiled.

“Can you tell Luke where I went since we’re both without a cell phone?”

“If he and Pat don’t get kicked out.” Kitty laughed.

Lilly exited the comfort of the Touchdown Terrace in the north-end zone and entered the breezeway to the east-side stands. In the student section, the fans were packed in like a herd of cattle. Not because the seats were any smaller than the rest of the stadium, but because the students tried to squeeze in twice as many bodies into the bleachers.

All of these extra bodies crammed together, combined with the heat and humidity of Florida, made the student section resemble a swamp. And everyone in this area stood the entire game, too, all the way up to the top on row ninety.

  Lilly finally made it to one of the gates to enter the student section. She hoped the ticket attendants wouldn’t bother to check her ticket stub since she did not have an assigned seat anywhere near this area.

Through the sea of heads floating in the breezeway, Lilly saw a familiar plaid wool hat. She stopped cold in her tracks. She recognized the same hat from the airport in Miami. Oh shit!

Standing by the gate, she saw the man in the pink baseball cap who’d followed her in New York City. His eyes scanned the crowd. He looked for someone—Lilly. And so did his Irish friend in the wool cap. There were two men after her. Shit, shit, shit!

Lilly froze for several seconds in the crowd of football fans. She needed to do something, anything but stand here like an easy target. She definitely did not want to wind up face-to-face with her stalkers. So she ducked into the nearest safe-haven she could find—the ladies’ room... through the exit door.

This act of rudeness yielded countless dirty looks from all of the other women who waited in the long line to pee. She paused upon the realization of her own faux pas. Unfortunately, her hesitation only gained her several more looks of disdain.

With a strong desire to avoid a revolt from the mob of pissed-off looking women, Lilly wanted to prove to everyone she’d never commit such a heinous crime as cutting line in the ladies room. So she made a beeline to one of the many sinks against the wall.

Lilly splashed cold water on her face and chest in a futile effort to cool off. Scared and trapped, she looked at her flushed complexion in the mirror above the sink. Calm down, Lilly. Think, think, think!

She reached for her cell phone to call Luke, but in the small purse she found nothing but cash, lipstick, a hairbrush and keys. “Shit!” Lilly blurted out her frustration. She forgot Grier carried her BlackBerry. She thought about asking one of these ladies if she could use their cell phone, but she wasn’t yet on speaking terms with anyone in this room.

Maybe she should call security. But without a phone or a friendly face nearby, the option evaporated. The second she left the safety of the ladies’ room she would be captured by two men who were most likely trying to kill her if she were to judge from the earlier incident in the Keys.

To escape them, she needed to disguise her appearance and get the hell away from this part of the stadium. She carefully studied her current appearance in the mirror and tried desperately to figure out how to best blend in with all of the other women here today. She couldn’t risk standing out in the crowd.  

Lilly looked down at her clothes. Her Gator-blue tank top and cut-off denim shorts barely covering her ass could blend in with all of the other female students with a little adjusting.

She returned to her reflection and now focused her attention on her most distinguishing feature—her long-blonde hair. Shit! Her beautiful hair! How can she possibly disguise her hair? Although the University of Florida came fully loaded with drop-dead gorgeous blondes, she knew she needed to remove her long, golden locks. Shit! Shit! Shit!

She could cut it, but the thought brought tears to her eyes. How could she possibly cut off her locks without scissors? Besides, she’d rather die a thousand deaths than cut-off all of her hair. There had to be another way.

Her mind struggled to find a practical solution to her dilemma. She looked at the girl standing next to her in front of the mirror. The girl next to her wore a Gator baseball cap. It was the perfect solution, but how to obtain it?

Lilly reached into her pocket and withdrew a wad of twenty-dollar bills. Cash in hand, she turned to look at the girl. “I’ll give you twenty bucks for your baseball cap.”

The girl turned and looked at Lilly. She stared at the wad of cash in Lilly’s hand. “You can have it for forty.”

“Done.” Lilly handed the girl two twenty-dollar bills. She took the baseball cap.

Lilly twirled her hair into a bun and piled the whole thing on top of her head. She placed the newly acquired, albeit expensive, baseball cap on top of her head. Each strand of blonde hair was tucked under the cap, effectively hiding all traces of her natural hair color. Perfect.

Lilly placed the gargantuan Chanel sunglasses over her eyes. The eyewear covered half of her face. She studied herself in the mirror, satisfied with the transformation. Amazingly, no one would know her.

Lilly turned to thank the girl next to her. Without the benefit of a baseball cap to cover her head, the girl since decided to brush out her hair—her long, blonde hair. Another great opportunity presented itself. The tall girl also wore a blue tank-top and short denim shorts.

“Thanks again,” Lilly said to the fellow Gator fan, now forty-dollars richer.

“No problem,” she said without looking away from her own reflection.

“Excuse me, but can I buy another favor?”

“Depends on the favor.”

“You see, I’m in a bit of a bind here. Can you go out of the exit here, turn left, and walk down the ramp in the breezeway?” Lilly asked.

“Why would I want to go left? My seat is to the right,” the girl said cunningly.

“Because I’ll give you one-hundred dollars,” Lilly said flatly. She revealed another fistful of cash without missing a beat.

“I’ll do it for two-hundred.”

“Look, this is all the money I have,” Lilly pleaded as she lied through her pearly-white teeth.

“But why do you need for me do this for you?”  

She certainly asked a fair question. And Lilly’s request put the girl at great risk, but the greedy girl didn’t need to know the details. “It’s a long story, but the bottom line is I’m here at the game today with two different boyfriends. And I really don’t want them to find out about each other while I decide which one I like better. One of them may be outside waiting for me, and I don’t want him following me out of the ladies’ room while I go and see the other guy.” Lilly hoped she wouldn’t have to bullshit this story any more than necessary.

“Oh, I see. Say no more.” The girl snatched the money from Lilly’s hand and headed towards the exit of the ladies’ room. “You go, girl!” she said proudly, just before she made her left hand turn out of the bathroom and into the breezeway.

Lilly stayed behind for two minutes, hoping enough time elapsed since her savior’s exit. Keeping her head down, she walked out, turned right, and strode as fast as she could without drawing any undesired attention to herself.

Did the men follow her? Unable to resist any longer, she turned her head around to look back. The infamous plaid, wool hat floated down the breezeway, headed in the opposite direction. Hurrah!

Relieved at the success of her ruse, she traveled quickly through the half-time crowd. With the breezeway heavily packed with fans who tried to purchase their concessions and take their restroom breaks, she blended in with the masses.

Lilly turned the corner, which connected the east-side of the stadium to the new north-end zone. And then she hesitated. Shit! She couldn’t go back to her seat. Her standing next to Luke would certainly make her more noticeable. If one of her stalkers used a pair of binoculars, they’d spot them with a methodical search of the stadium. Besides, she didn’t want to put Kitty, Luke, and Pat at risk. The stalkers wanted her, although she failed to understand why.

Lilly decided to leave the stadium right then while the fans still crowded the area. She could always watch the rest of the game at the sorority house where she could get in touch with Luke. He’d worry about her once she failed to return to his side for the second half of the football game. He might even wonder if the security guards ejected her from the game.

She decided to send him a text message. She reached for her BlackBerry before she remembered its absence. After cursing for leaving her phone on the Create Life jet, she figured she could just call Kitty from the sorority house. So she walked until she exited The Swamp. A crowd of people was already leaving the game. All of them headed to either tailgate or drink at one of the many bars strategically located close to the stadium.

With countless other Gator fans surrounding her and an abundance of big, strong males around, she calmed down a bit. Lilly just kept on walking. She walked all the way to her sorority house and her sisters. She arrived at the house and collapsed on the nearest couch, still terrified. Was she completely paranoid? Or were those two men really looking for her at the game?