tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-931981138747432610.post6866260285648894795..comments2024-03-25T09:03:39.020-07:00Comments on The Uncrushable Jersey Dress: Cover Art Contest ReminderBetty Debbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16446092401692468002noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-931981138747432610.post-18699009951669548992010-04-08T08:52:12.203-07:002010-04-08T08:52:12.203-07:00Taking a break from her vastly underappreciated jo...Taking a break from her vastly underappreciated job as companion to a cantankerous cousin, Lavinia gazed across the street at the handsome Dr. van Humperdinck. She admired his graying temples as they shone in the sun, not unlike her dear father's in the portrait she clutched. If only she hadn't lost her father in that terrible auto accident at the canal! Still, being a practical sort, she had devoted herself to caring for her assortment of rescue dogs as well as her feckless sister Davina and her great aunt's cousin Gertrude.Lynn Spencerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10579942084034105870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-931981138747432610.post-90620515806820343052010-04-07T18:40:01.479-07:002010-04-07T18:40:01.479-07:00email contribution from Betty Maria
Okay, here...email contribution from Betty Maria<br /><br />Okay, here's my try:<br /> <br />"Lavinia had turned away from the window, through which could be seen a man resignedly gazing at an oddly-colored car half-submerged in the canal. She needed to find the perfect spot to hang the photograph of the mysterious large man with the lint-fair hair and the beautifully cut suit. Not that she would ever see him again, she told herself sensibly; he seemed very important, and no doubt was dining at the moment with a glamorous blonde with the right clothes and friends."<br /> <br />By the way, when I dreamily clutch a photo of my beloved to my chest, it is usually facing me, the better to receive girlish lovestruck cooings and kisses (when my clutch loosens a bit). I realize that it has been many years since I indulged in such behavior (as the Original is usually about the place to receive coos and kisses in person)...did this strike anyone else as odd (yes, yes, I know it's necessary to show his face...but still...)?<br /> <br />Betty MariaBetty Debbiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16446092401692468002noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-931981138747432610.post-2009618515029308432010-04-07T18:29:56.774-07:002010-04-07T18:29:56.774-07:00Lavinia grasped her picture of hope. Trapped in a...Lavinia grasped her picture of hope. Trapped in a row house as a scullery maid, her step mother often staged accidents in the canal to attract the attentions of the Dutch doctor.Suzannehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07703081248204506780noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-931981138747432610.post-16640418430068411302010-04-07T15:46:27.881-07:002010-04-07T15:46:27.881-07:00Lavinia looked over her shoulder, away from the ca...Lavinia looked over her shoulder, away from the car sinking into the canal. The carnage was too vast and having great hair wasn't going to solve anything. She mustn't look across the canal to that house with the incongruously large and modern window ever again. It would only remind her of the screams of help coming from the man, frozen in shock, standing on the water. Only John Forsythe's picture could ever hope to make things right again.Keirahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12334172370385784966noreply@blogger.com