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always2late · 04-05-2013, 01:26 AM

"Clues, Ang?" She heard a soft, bemused laugh "I would have thought I'd be more memorable than that."

Angie leaned her head back against the recliner, the phone pressed to her ear. Something in the voice WAS familiar, she could feel a memory skittering along the edges of her mind, but couldn't yet grasp it.

"Fifteen years is a long time," she tried to keep her voice light, "give a girl a break." Angie couldn't help it, she was intrigued now despite her initial sense of foreboding. "Ok...three clues. I don't think that's much to ask after fifteen years, do you?" Silence greeted her query, and for a moment she thought that perhaps her mystery caller had tired of this game and hung up.

She was about to hang up the phone, mentally chastising herself for allowing the unknown caller to draw her into this silly diversion, when the voice, liquid and smooth, came back on the line.

"Bellflower Lake"

She gasped, her fingers gripped the phone tighter, knuckles turning white. She could hear her own heartbeat, thudding in her ears.

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And then what happened?

04-05-2013, 01:26 AM	#6
always2late Senior Member How Do You Identify?: Femme Preferred Pronoun?: m'lady Join Date: Nov 2009 Location: NJ Posts: 2,000 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 1,834 Thanked 6,231 Times in 1,462 Posts Rep Power: 21474854	"Clues, Ang?" She heard a soft, bemused laugh "I would have thought I'd be more memorable than that." Angie leaned her head back against the recliner, the phone pressed to her ear. Something in the voice WAS familiar, she could feel a memory skittering along the edges of her mind, but couldn't yet grasp it. "Fifteen years is a long time," she tried to keep her voice light, "give a girl a break." Angie couldn't help it, she was intrigued now despite her initial sense of foreboding. "Ok...three clues. I don't think that's much to ask after fifteen years, do you?" Silence greeted her query, and for a moment she thought that perhaps her mystery caller had tired of this game and hung up. She was about to hang up the phone, mentally chastising herself for allowing the unknown caller to draw her into this silly diversion, when the voice, liquid and smooth, came back on the line. "Bellflower Lake" She gasped, her fingers gripped the phone tighter, knuckles turning white. She could hear her own heartbeat, thudding in her ears. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ And then what happened? __________________ Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field. I'll meet you there ~ Rumi