1/16/01 The Arrival ∼ The Recurring Dream ∼ from Despina's IGJ (1/27/16; WC 342)
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Despina's Infamous Green Journal
The Arrival ∼ The Recurring Dream
Tuesday
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If one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live a life which he
has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours.
~ Henry David Thoreau
She read, Ye Olde Watering Hole. I'll bet! Everything inside is probably highly polluted, she thought, unduly pleased by the image of a cow's head lying beside a rheumy pool of stagnant water lined with dead animal carcasses.
She entered, tired, hot, and extremely thirsty. This was the only building of any kind with the essential "air conditioned" sign on the door. A dusty door, with a reassuring patrol car stationed in front.
An Indian entered, scowling, primordial, in conventional dress, but obviously no cigar store Indian.
Hollywood style good looks. Oblivious to it.
She stared impolitely, aware that the sheriff was amused by her obvious reaction, her fascination with his rampant maleness.
What a disgusting phrase!
"You're in pretty sorry shape when you feel the need to edit your dreams," her subconscious added as the dream continued.
His black eyes scanned the tables, finally coming to rest on hers. A flicker of acknowledgment, then he headed her way.
"Now, that's enough brave to make one wish one were of Indian descent," she ruefully remarked, shocked when her ears registered her words.
The sheriff burst out laughing.
"Coming?" the Indian asked, still locked in intense gaze with her.
She raised her eyebrows in inquiry.
"The very man you were just asking about," the sheriff added helpfully, smiling even more broadly. "Juan Geronimo Quantico, John, Cu, El Pichon Azul. Second son of an alcoholic chief and a very powerful medicine woman."
"I can't work for him," she said softly, again amazed when her voice disturbed the air.
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Last updated 1/27/16 Added to Summercircles (updated in Travelsfar); 12/5/15 standardized color/text of day of the week; 11/8/2015 replaced IGJ with Infamous Green Journal in the title; 11/6/2015 removed -- before quote, added ~ ; added second space after end punctuation; 2/5/03. (Need to remove http://travelsfar.livejournal.com/14404.html from http://pandemo.livejournal.com/23942.html, as this now has completely different content.)
Word Count: 342
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Table of Contents (Despina's IGJ summercircles)
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Back
Despina's Infamous Green Journal
The Arrival ∼ The Recurring Dream
Tuesday
•
If one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live a life which he
has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours.
~ Henry David Thoreau
She read, Ye Olde Watering Hole. I'll bet! Everything inside is probably highly polluted, she thought, unduly pleased by the image of a cow's head lying beside a rheumy pool of stagnant water lined with dead animal carcasses.
She entered, tired, hot, and extremely thirsty. This was the only building of any kind with the essential "air conditioned" sign on the door. A dusty door, with a reassuring patrol car stationed in front.
An Indian entered, scowling, primordial, in conventional dress, but obviously no cigar store Indian.
Hollywood style good looks. Oblivious to it.
She stared impolitely, aware that the sheriff was amused by her obvious reaction, her fascination with his rampant maleness.
What a disgusting phrase!
"You're in pretty sorry shape when you feel the need to edit your dreams," her subconscious added as the dream continued.
His black eyes scanned the tables, finally coming to rest on hers. A flicker of acknowledgment, then he headed her way.
"Now, that's enough brave to make one wish one were of Indian descent," she ruefully remarked, shocked when her ears registered her words.
The sheriff burst out laughing.
"Coming?" the Indian asked, still locked in intense gaze with her.
She raised her eyebrows in inquiry.
"The very man you were just asking about," the sheriff added helpfully, smiling even more broadly. "Juan Geronimo Quantico, John, Cu, El Pichon Azul. Second son of an alcoholic chief and a very powerful medicine woman."
"I can't work for him," she said softly, again amazed when her voice disturbed the air.
•
Next
Last updated 1/27/16 Added to Summercircles (updated in Travelsfar); 12/5/15 standardized color/text of day of the week; 11/8/2015 replaced IGJ with Infamous Green Journal in the title; 11/6/2015 removed -- before quote, added ~ ; added second space after end punctuation; 2/5/03. (Need to remove http://travelsfar.livejournal.com/14404.html from http://pandemo.livejournal.com/23942.html, as this now has completely different content.)
Word Count: 342
http://pandemo.livejournal.com/11852.html
http://pandemo.livejournal.com/23942.html
http://summercircles.livejournal.com/37741.html
http://travelsfar.livejournal.com/37229.html