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Subject: Sanglant - Beyond the Thrusts - Chapter 4


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Loveroy and Jennifer S
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Date Posted: Wednesday, August 18, 04:02:38am
In reply to: Jenn S and Loveroy 's message, "Sanglant - Beyond the Thrusts - Chapter 3 - Short" on Tuesday, August 10, 11:29:47pm

Water running away from the boat like the opening scene to ‘Miami Vice’; small village with its red or white houses, green trees, gray roofs, a fishing vessel leaving the harbor, and a man listening to a portable radio. Like movie scenes being played in his mind, the handsome man wearing a gold and brown coat over his suit, red pocket kerchief and white shirt watched the scenery pass him by. He didn’t understand why he was feeling anxious, but was sure he would be fine as soon as he found the mystery behind the letter he had received commanding him to come to the island, the snafu about his blood type and the riddle behind it all.

Michael was to see the island doctor that lived in the Strauss Estate, about an inheritance he couldn’t conceive being his. The handsome stranger loved a challenge, loved a mystery and the words ‘legal heir’ prominently displayed in the text of the letter became more than a magnet that attracted him here today. The money did not matter for he had plenty of that, but he had no family, no memories, no childhood, just a trust fund, his ring and now hope for a past.

Michael’s hair was curly, dirty blond, being blown by the ocean breeze, but the perfect compliment to his handsome face. From the passing boat he watched as Birdie Gordon or at least that’s what the truck’s sign read, fought tooth and nail with the County Coroner who demanded to take all her coffins back to the mainland for reburial. The woman, mad as hell did not hesitate to show her displeasure to the men with shovels. Michael smiled for life was like that - everyone had troubles of his or her own, even in this puzzling part of the planet.

As they arrived, slowly docking in the sturdy dock, Michael inquired about the island’s doctor and two lonely looking women answered his query, telling him of a new doctor just arrived on the other side of the island. He continued holding to the cables on the boat as he disembarked, squinting from the light reflected off the ring on his right index finger prominently featuring a big black stone on a bed of platinum. After wiping his greasy hands with his red kerchief, Michael removed his ring and placed it safely in his coat pocket, thus insuring no harm would come to his most precious possession.

This was a fishing village, a place to visit and most definitely not a place to stay for someone as sophisticated as Michael Samuelle. Walking around the lush green landscape, Michael observed and was being observed. He saw a white house, close to a lighthouse the same color as an unkept mansion nearby. He also admired the slew of Canadian flags floating vigorously on the boats short masts sitting atop the container-laden decks. He watched a contrasting flock of sea birds flying in formation away from the island towards somewhere else as they loudly squawked, reminding him of the movie he saw on the plane "Finding Nemo” – ‘mine, mine, mine, mine.’

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Interesting. (NT)MichelleBWednesday, August 18, 10:18:35am
I found the hidden chapter, lol!Lady EThursday, August 26, 12:18:23am


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