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LJI Week 8
Dec. 8th, 2018 10:17 pmThe Other Stories of Sam and Rosa:
https://dmousey.livejournal.com/40359.html
First Vignette
https://dmousey.livejournal.com/2017/02/20/
Second Vignette
Act Three: Sam and Rosa - Happy Together!!
Leaning against the bar, Sam slowly swirled a snifter of brandy and feasted his eyes on his wife during her performance. Gorgeous, he thought, and her beauty's more refined. Instead of a flash fire that quickly burns out, she now smouldered and simmered.
Angles had been smoothed, and gave way to lush curves. Plus there was an underlying sensuality to the hypnotic sway of her hips, that made one quite aware she wasn't an innocent girl, but a woman full grown. Her voice, still vibrant and rich, as she effortlessly reached for the high notes.
If anyone told Sam fifteen years ago that he would be married to the woman he'd quietly mooned over since their working together as young chefs, he'd have laughed and dismissed the very notion. But here he was, owner of a four star restaurant, with nightclub attached that offered local talent, and three nights a week the Vocal Styling of, none other than!... Rosa Elena!! ...Now his wife.
He raised his glass before taking a sip, and thanked Lady Luck for bringing him such good fortune. His had been a contented existence before she returned to New York, but now? So much joy would be lost without her. Reciprocating his love was the gift of his lifetime, and it never entered his mind to ask for anything more.
Yet this extraordinary woman did give more, much more; Expanding his heart's ability to love by three. Two boys -Nick and Mel, and a girl- Alicia, to be exact. Laughter and chaos interrupted his once tranquil days, and he wouldn't change it for anything.
His thoughts drifted back to when she first told him she loved him fifteen years ago...
*******
Unimaginably fragile, would describe Rosa when she returned to New York fifteen years ago. She had invited Sam to dinner one evening and as they were walking off the calories, Rosa suddenly broke into tears. Sam didn't pry or push, letting her cry it out. He offered her his handkerchief (a habit ingrained by his father), and tucking her into his chest, waited for the tears to subside.
Sam seethed at whoever had caused her pain, and vowed that night to remove the injured look from her eyes.
Sam had read a few articles in the gossip rags, but he knew they were full of half truths. He patiently waited for Rosa to tell her story. In the meantime, he planned to be there when she did.
Sam made sure her days were full. They frequented jazz clubs, and rode bikes along the waterfront. On a whim one day, Sam took her to Coney Island to play the carnival games, and eat cotton candy as they strolled along the boardwalk. Little by little, Rosa's furrowed brow smoothed, and the laughter tumbled naturally. Nevertheless, Sam patiently waited.
When Sam finally declared himself, he wanted her heart to be unfettered and free of whatever burden weighted her shoulders. He wanted Rosa to know she could confide in him, and to feel confident he would keep her secrets. Lifting her spirits was his only goal in these endeavors, and her smiles were Sam's reward.
He brought her to the Movie in Central Park, and spread the blanket under a tree and helped Rosa get seated. While they unpacked the picnic basket together, Rosa, suddenly shy, stopped, studied him, and hurriedly asked, "Sam, do you love me?" Her eyes were luminous with unshed tears as she faced him. ”Not as your friend, but as a woman."
Sam, shocked speechless for a moment, recovered his wits and tongue quickly.
"Since the first week we met, at Mr. Oturo's." He said, voice rough with the all the pent up longing he had for ten years. And once again, Sam had to tuck her into his chest and let her tears flow. This time, however, the tears ended with a long kiss.
When they finished, Rosa wiped her eyes and began to speak: "During my second European Tour, I met Paulo, a Greek businessman. Popular, in the 'popular person of the week' sort of way, I was flattered by his attention. Believe it or not, those years on the road I was kept so busy, I didn't have time for any romances, and I didn't have enough experience to know to leave men like Paulo alone." Rosa paused a moment and asked Sam for a refill, she drained the glass in two gulps, and passed it back.
"Another, please."
Sam only raised his eyebrow, and did as he was asked. "Good thing I brought two bottles," he teased gently.
"Liquid courage." Rosa explained. Settling back into Sam's arms, she continued. "Paulo was not a kind man. Darkly attractive, exciting, and malignant? Yes. Like forbidden fruit, he drew me in and dared me to believe he could be changed, and I, the only one who could do it. Contrite and tender for a few weeks, I'd begin to let my guard down, and then I'd say or do something he didn't like. First, he beat me with words, later came his fists.
"Naive and stupid are the only excuses I have for why I put up with the abuse for as long as I did." Again Rosa paused to refill her glass. Sam sat quietly to lend support, but if he ever had an opportunity to go to Greece....
"I found myself pregnant. Terrified to tell him, I ran away and did a short tour of the UK, and Germany. Just over four months pregnant, he found me, and convinced me to go to a late dinner with him. Out of courtesy, I agreed.
"I never made it to the restaurant. After polite hello's and pleasantries, Paulo turned steadily darker. His brutish hands squeezed the wheel, and twisted its leather cover as if it were my throat. He seemed to displace a lot of fury into that steering wheel. Until it just overflowed." Rosa sat up and searched Sam's eye's for a moment, her mouth opened and closed several times before she carried on.
"Suddenly he pulled to side of the road. His face had become this perverted mask of human flesh, a personification of evil itself.
I was so afraid, I didn't fight at first as he dragged me to the curb, and by the time I did it was too late to really protect myself. He proceeded to kick that tiny life from my womb. I woke in the hospital two days later. A good Samaritan saw me lying there and called the authorities. I left Europe three months later. The rest you know."
Rosa rubbed her damp palms down her jeans. She used Sam's handkerchief to dry her face, and proceeded to blow her tear- clogged nose.
Wanting to draw her away from the memory, Sam whispered in her ear, "How do you make handkerchiefs the best dance partners?" Sam chuckled at Rosa's confused look, and with out waiting for her to guess, went on... "You put a little boogie into them." and kissed her again when she giggled.
Rosa pulled back and cupped her hand on his cheek, and placed the other hand on his heart. "I love you Sam."
Sam captured both her hands with his, smiled at her, and earnestly replied, "It took you long enough."
*And they were married happily ever after...
https://dmousey.livejournal.com/40359.html
First Vignette
https://dmousey.livejournal.com/2017/02/20/
Second Vignette
Act Three: Sam and Rosa - Happy Together!!
Leaning against the bar, Sam slowly swirled a snifter of brandy and feasted his eyes on his wife during her performance. Gorgeous, he thought, and her beauty's more refined. Instead of a flash fire that quickly burns out, she now smouldered and simmered.
Angles had been smoothed, and gave way to lush curves. Plus there was an underlying sensuality to the hypnotic sway of her hips, that made one quite aware she wasn't an innocent girl, but a woman full grown. Her voice, still vibrant and rich, as she effortlessly reached for the high notes.
If anyone told Sam fifteen years ago that he would be married to the woman he'd quietly mooned over since their working together as young chefs, he'd have laughed and dismissed the very notion. But here he was, owner of a four star restaurant, with nightclub attached that offered local talent, and three nights a week the Vocal Styling of, none other than!... Rosa Elena!! ...Now his wife.
He raised his glass before taking a sip, and thanked Lady Luck for bringing him such good fortune. His had been a contented existence before she returned to New York, but now? So much joy would be lost without her. Reciprocating his love was the gift of his lifetime, and it never entered his mind to ask for anything more.
Yet this extraordinary woman did give more, much more; Expanding his heart's ability to love by three. Two boys -Nick and Mel, and a girl- Alicia, to be exact. Laughter and chaos interrupted his once tranquil days, and he wouldn't change it for anything.
His thoughts drifted back to when she first told him she loved him fifteen years ago...
*******
Unimaginably fragile, would describe Rosa when she returned to New York fifteen years ago. She had invited Sam to dinner one evening and as they were walking off the calories, Rosa suddenly broke into tears. Sam didn't pry or push, letting her cry it out. He offered her his handkerchief (a habit ingrained by his father), and tucking her into his chest, waited for the tears to subside.
Sam seethed at whoever had caused her pain, and vowed that night to remove the injured look from her eyes.
Sam had read a few articles in the gossip rags, but he knew they were full of half truths. He patiently waited for Rosa to tell her story. In the meantime, he planned to be there when she did.
Sam made sure her days were full. They frequented jazz clubs, and rode bikes along the waterfront. On a whim one day, Sam took her to Coney Island to play the carnival games, and eat cotton candy as they strolled along the boardwalk. Little by little, Rosa's furrowed brow smoothed, and the laughter tumbled naturally. Nevertheless, Sam patiently waited.
When Sam finally declared himself, he wanted her heart to be unfettered and free of whatever burden weighted her shoulders. He wanted Rosa to know she could confide in him, and to feel confident he would keep her secrets. Lifting her spirits was his only goal in these endeavors, and her smiles were Sam's reward.
He brought her to the Movie in Central Park, and spread the blanket under a tree and helped Rosa get seated. While they unpacked the picnic basket together, Rosa, suddenly shy, stopped, studied him, and hurriedly asked, "Sam, do you love me?" Her eyes were luminous with unshed tears as she faced him. ”Not as your friend, but as a woman."
Sam, shocked speechless for a moment, recovered his wits and tongue quickly.
"Since the first week we met, at Mr. Oturo's." He said, voice rough with the all the pent up longing he had for ten years. And once again, Sam had to tuck her into his chest and let her tears flow. This time, however, the tears ended with a long kiss.
When they finished, Rosa wiped her eyes and began to speak: "During my second European Tour, I met Paulo, a Greek businessman. Popular, in the 'popular person of the week' sort of way, I was flattered by his attention. Believe it or not, those years on the road I was kept so busy, I didn't have time for any romances, and I didn't have enough experience to know to leave men like Paulo alone." Rosa paused a moment and asked Sam for a refill, she drained the glass in two gulps, and passed it back.
"Another, please."
Sam only raised his eyebrow, and did as he was asked. "Good thing I brought two bottles," he teased gently.
"Liquid courage." Rosa explained. Settling back into Sam's arms, she continued. "Paulo was not a kind man. Darkly attractive, exciting, and malignant? Yes. Like forbidden fruit, he drew me in and dared me to believe he could be changed, and I, the only one who could do it. Contrite and tender for a few weeks, I'd begin to let my guard down, and then I'd say or do something he didn't like. First, he beat me with words, later came his fists.
"Naive and stupid are the only excuses I have for why I put up with the abuse for as long as I did." Again Rosa paused to refill her glass. Sam sat quietly to lend support, but if he ever had an opportunity to go to Greece....
"I found myself pregnant. Terrified to tell him, I ran away and did a short tour of the UK, and Germany. Just over four months pregnant, he found me, and convinced me to go to a late dinner with him. Out of courtesy, I agreed.
"I never made it to the restaurant. After polite hello's and pleasantries, Paulo turned steadily darker. His brutish hands squeezed the wheel, and twisted its leather cover as if it were my throat. He seemed to displace a lot of fury into that steering wheel. Until it just overflowed." Rosa sat up and searched Sam's eye's for a moment, her mouth opened and closed several times before she carried on.
"Suddenly he pulled to side of the road. His face had become this perverted mask of human flesh, a personification of evil itself.
I was so afraid, I didn't fight at first as he dragged me to the curb, and by the time I did it was too late to really protect myself. He proceeded to kick that tiny life from my womb. I woke in the hospital two days later. A good Samaritan saw me lying there and called the authorities. I left Europe three months later. The rest you know."
Rosa rubbed her damp palms down her jeans. She used Sam's handkerchief to dry her face, and proceeded to blow her tear- clogged nose.
Wanting to draw her away from the memory, Sam whispered in her ear, "How do you make handkerchiefs the best dance partners?" Sam chuckled at Rosa's confused look, and with out waiting for her to guess, went on... "You put a little boogie into them." and kissed her again when she giggled.
Rosa pulled back and cupped her hand on his cheek, and placed the other hand on his heart. "I love you Sam."
Sam captured both her hands with his, smiled at her, and earnestly replied, "It took you long enough."
*And they were married happily ever after...
