Mytwosentences 229 (Dying To Know 52)

Stave IV

The earth and the sea seemed to pause as Allie approached the cut off spectre of, well… where…. and for some reason she couldn’t shake the thought of something called Dock 19.

As the giant grey spotted sea bird circled Brigadoon to locate the drop point, Allie remembered a seated, cordial man when she first arrived at that mysterious shore… humungous table… yes, yes… Shill was his name.

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Mytwosentences 228 (Dying To Know 51)

Allie Carraig sat strong on the custodial sea bird, a peculiar and undigestable thought to be sure, as if she knew it was supposed to be beneath her… but how could that be?

In the glide of moments, she suddenly remembered the laborious harrow of the buckwheat, but it wasn’t like before, it was just a passing memory… then, for the first time since she woke, the fulcrum of the dizzying flight leveled.

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Mytwosentences 227 (Dying To Know 50)

(Slumber / historical visions / etches in table) How come when I pause to listen to the nothing, I feel like I am going to fall out of myself… that’s the last thought she had when she finally came out of the hypnotic miasma beneath her opening eyes.

Allie was never one to blench, perhaps a result of her foul father… (she was unaware she twitched) but the redoubtablely deep darkness lying ahead, beyond an unassuming moonlit sea, was for all intents and purposes, a welcomed place.

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Mytwosentences 226 (Dying To Know 49)

…and suddenly there he was, the mystical and lost Buddy Bolden; cornet on lips, Boller slightly forward, yet upon you… and a sly, slick sound most couldn’t and would never be able to describe, until later… Allie’s dreaming eyes rolled beneath her wind burned lids and thoughts inevitably turned to that god forsaken beach table.

The enormous spotted gray sea bird continued cruising only inches above the ocean line toward the place that she, Zenobia, had long ago proclaimed Brigadoon… preparations had once again begun.

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Mytwosentences 225 (Dying To Know 48)

Abagail Adams… Harriet Tubman… spinney high and low… sleep thoughts; oh, awe… Allie’s eyes fluttered and focused into this love and life… arms engaged about.

The skies, abound… calamitous… Allie Carraig was close to her god in that moment, that waking moment, soaring…her eyes widened and she realized she was traveling, perhaps flying, perched upon a giant bird, well above that shitstorm of a planet…

Written by Edward Roads

Mytwosentences 222 (Dying To Know 45)

The quiddity of Allie Carraig was apparently returning, or at least trying to, along with the unchartable beach tides and that enormous table which was more like an archeological tableau, complete with cryptic scrawl and unexplained epithets.

As the numinous gray spotted sea bird made imprint after imprint plodding forward up the beach, Allie finally got a solid look at her sunken boots, which were lying useless beyond the imposing bird near the waterline… she impulsively retreated back to the table with the monster closing. (Reeeeeeeaaaaarrrraaarrrreeeeeeaaaaarrrrr)

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Mytwosentences 221 ( Dying To Know 44)

What Allie Carraig then experienced was something most wish they could one day know, or at least approach… an awakening of sense and spirit, life and feeling… at that moment (she figured it was just another headache) her eyes finally unrolled into a less painful semblance of focus.

The boots were getting soaked as the tide continued to be playful, splashing in and out, laces floated; and her well worn footwear filled with salty beach and leftover moonshine… then the gigantic bird stepped forward and screamed.

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Mytwosentences 220 (Dying To Know 43)

Allie instinctively crouched and did a bit of a spider walk up to the continuously waving grass, where her clothes, much to her astonishment, were not only dry but also sandless.

The large (that was an understatement Allie thought) bird landed without effort near the small bend in the beach… Allie cautiously slipped into her warm clothes and wondered, as sand spouted up between her toes, where her boots were.

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Mytwosentences 219 (Dying To Know 42)

Sticky and gooey smooth oozed down both sides of her shivering cheeks… she ate another gooseberry, then another… Allie’s strength was coming back.

She turned and ran down the beach to gather her clothes… then quickly back up to the top of the berm where she tossed her sandy, wet clothes into the warm, wavy grass to dry… that’s when she saw a huge spotted gray sea bird rapidly descending toward her.

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Mytwosentences 218 (Dying To Know 41)

The piebald colors of her favorite, at least that’s what she instinctively thought, snack were lined up very inviting, in a perfectly neat line… Allie had the yellow gooseberry in her left hand.

As the ocean insisted on splashing and pesky clouds continued to close about the moon, the emaciated Allie Carraig put the succulent berry into her mouth, and with eyes now closed, slowly bit down and savored the sour burst.

Written by Edward Roads

Mytwosentences 215 (Dying To Know 38)

(Aahh…phee..ohhh… phhhhhh… ooffffgg.. aaaa.. phphphhhhh) with her heart fiercely pounding and breath pulling itself from her lungs, Allie fell upon the slick beach… wet shoreline oozed up between her pruney, grasping fingers when she breathlessly slammed her hands straight down.

Allie stood, then quickly crouched, not because she felt an intense flood of shame in her nudity, but because she clearly saw something round and colorful on that giant table that seemed to govern the top of the beach… the top near the wavy, warm grass.

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Mytwosentences 214 (Dying To Know 37)

Allie’s taut, fully hard body found an elasticity in it’s graceful, meandering glide and gooseflesh glisten… and she continued to rub and gently wash away her compounded filth within nature’s vast, salty tub.

As the night kept breathing and thickening clouds morphed into flared nostrils, Allie’s floating thoughts suddenly turned valedictory… she felt a shivery twinge and frantically flailed to get out of the ocean immediately.

Written by Edward Roads

Mytwosentences 213 (Dying To Know 36)

Beneath the moonlit frost and gelid hush of a nearly taciturn topside, Allie Carraig was swimming her long awaited, lightless bath.

Above… an enormous, spotted gray sea bird continued to circle and soar within it’s own contradictions, behaving both distant and gregarious, like a loosely tethered kite in a high, warm wind.

Written by Edward Roads

Mytwosentences 212 (Dying To Know 35)

Along the jagged shores of Brigadoon, the vicious, unrelenting pound of the gelid sea seemed to cease under the sweater of a blackening sky, like a simple backyard pool that sat still and luke warm with post-party slumber.

She picked up baby Stella, fell to her knees as prophecy dictated, slowly closed her weeping eyes, and with the slightest hitch in her breath, began.

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Mytwosentences 210 (Dying To Know 33)

Slightly swaying and with an effortless skill, Zenobia finished playing her beloved Clarsach for Stella; whose baby blues had become wide and curious, almost tumescent, inside the tidy warmth of a laniferous island swaddle.

As a conclave of spotted sea birds found perch high above, Zenobia applied unguent to her tissuey hands, clutched a slight, roundish face and locked eyes with the pure tranquillity before her.

Written by Edward Roads