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The New Mothers of Invention – #12 Touch Tones – S07

Story written on August 23, 2015 by Blackbird.

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Genre(s): Drama
Rating: R
fanfiction(s): The L Word
Character(s): Alice , Bette Porter , Shane , Tina Kennard
Number of Comments: 13
Words: 3111
Story Shortlink: https://www.assertive-maroon-jellyfish.104-250-143-187.cpanel.site/?p=92119

Author Notes:

Dallas, Texas – In a Hospital Corridor Near a Stairwell – Bette I should’ve known better, but when has that old adage ever saved any fool from themselves? So now, here I am hanging out in the hallway being Alice and Shane’s lookout. Tina has disappeared for the moment, wanting nothing at all to do

Dallas, Texas – In a Hospital Corridor Near a Stairwell – Bette

I should’ve known better, but when has that old adage ever saved any fool from themselves? So now, here I am hanging out in the hallway being Alice and Shane’s lookout.

Tina has disappeared for the moment, wanting nothing at all to do with this plan, and as she walked away over her shoulder she threw back a look that was meant to wilt my resolve, but her heart wasn’t really it in, and I can take a lot, lot worse.

It’s always amazed me how life can appear to be moving in one direction, as certain as an ice floe, and then slide off a cliff you never saw coming. I wonder if that’s how Jodie feels, three weeks away from me?

And who was she in this mystifying game of cat and mouse Tina and I played with relish against each other? Strange as it sounds, because she truly hates my guts right now, Jodie was both the curse and the cure that changed my Fate. As I was disappearing over the horizon line, Tina woke up from the sleepwalking state of believing that dating around West Hollywood was the way to the Well of Happiness.

A folly of hangovers ten thousand before her had tried.

Art saved me.

There was a painting that hung in The Provocations show, and I had walked by it everyday for months, but when I call it up now – the image of The Wraith of Temptations’ canvas – I can see her face of duality. Half vixen and the other half, not chaste, but one of serene delight, I finally have a whole picture of myself, in a way I’ve never had before.

I am both bliss and the hungry complications of human nature.

I know this when Tina is sleeping next me. Lying on my back staring up at the ceiling, I’ve edged right up to the duality of myself. When the night outside is especially windy, and the chaos of reflections of water from my pool flash wildly across my ceiling, they entrance me. The lavender scent of our sheets, her sometimes still sticky on my fingers, leads me to imagine myself as healed and golden, and not quite real. In these transcendent moments, Tina has a body of quicksilver, and I can’t tear my eyes away from her beauty and nakedness.

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