Return-path: Resent-date: Wed, 03 Sep 1997 17:33:54 -0500 (CDT) Date: Wed, 03 Sep 1997 15:30:22 -0700 (PDT) Resent-from: seaquest-ff-request@escapenet.org From: Victoria Jones Subject: (SQFF) Untitled Resent-sender: seaquest-ff-request@escapenet.org To: seaquest-ff@escapenet.org Reply-to: seaquest-ff@escapenet.org Resent-message-id: <"cEuNGC.A.yEC.SXeD0"@stgenesis.org> X-Originating-IP: [129.71.137.75] X-Mailing-List: archive/latest/429 X-Loop: seaquest-ff@stgenesis.org All right they don't belong to me and neither does the song "Temporary One" Fleetwood Mac owns that one. My friend Sarah wanted me to use these lines (indicated by an *) in a story and this twisted little vignette is what came into my head. I'm putting this out for her and I hope she's happy now... Feedback, yelling, lawsuits-I'm poor remember that :)- at Lzbtvc@hotmail.com Untitled There is a river flowing right outside my window. Majestic in its sweep, awe inspiring in its breadth...and completely man-made. The corporation I have sold my soul and principles to put it there. Some quasi-scientific claptrap about moving water having a calming influence on the scientists that work here. Not to mention the patrons. But *the river goes on an on,* completely oblivious to the fact that it wasn't’t meant to be at all, running to its final destination: the ocean. Times when I tire of the tedium of bureaucracy...all right I’m lying. I’m tired of it all the time, there is nothing exclusive or inclusive about my boredom. Never mind that.) There are days it seems I waste vast amounts of time spent straining to hear what I may never hear again - the blue-green calmness descending into blackness and finally into oblivion. The tireless wonder of the sea, swirling, gurgling, whirling, and thundering around me. The sound was always in my imagination, I knew it even then. But I liked to think I could hear it, singing complex melodies and harmonies just for my ears. He hears it to, or so he once told me. To him though it sounds like thousands of voices, barely whispering, telling him fabulous secrets. Yes, I’m thinking on him for what seems like the thousandth time today. The ocean we both love and serve has come between us now. Landlocked I study it’s mysteries from a test tube, while he plumbs the depths, the great unknown. I must admit I’m jealous. With no cause-to come *here* was my choice. *The sea that divides us is a temporary one*- he’s never in the same place for any amount of time. Today the Atlantic, next week the Pacific, the month after that the Caribbean. I’m so used to communications lags by now, to hearing the annoying voice tell me my call can’t go through, that I don’t even feel mildly upset when it happens What does a conversation matter anyway when we have the bond we do? I swear there are times when I can close my eyes and feel him in the room with me, talking to me, telling me what I’m doing is a betrayal of my ideals. I come back with the idea that I’m too old and disillusioned to live on morals I’I've outgrown. He laughs- a sound like waves breaking on the beach- and is gone again. When I open my eyes and go about the rest of my day I can swear I feel his presence lingering on the edges of my waking mind. I can’t help but smiling like an idiot. Nor listening for the sound of the ocean again... -Ellie ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- The seaQuest Fan Fiction Mailing List is a service provided by the Stgenesis.org domain. To remove yourself from the list email with the subject Unsubscribe to seaQuest-ff-request@stgenesis.org Further Questions should be directed towards your list administrator: listadmin@stgenesis.org