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“Only when the last tree has been cut down, the last fish caught, the last stream poisoned, will we realize we cannot eat money.”
Cree Indian Prophecy...
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Hi,
These are a few short extracts I've adapted from Pocketful of Precious for a writing course I'm currently taking (Deep Dive into Character).
I thought I'd share them with you to let you know how proud I am to be a part of this fanfic community.
Note: I do not use the names Waverly/Nicole when I write beyond AO3/Wattpad.
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New walking boots pinching, Waverly waited in the hotel lobby for Nicole the next morning. Wynonna was with her, head thumping for having consumed way too many tequilas the evening before.
9.00am came and went. So did 9.15, and 9.30. Waverly wondered if she should call. About to try her number, she spotted Nicole's truck pull in, her stomach registering a flutter of excitement as Nicole strolled towards the entrance, before running back to the truck. She laughed when she saw Nicole return with two baseball caps bearing the name of the town they were about to visit.
"Welcome to Cerro Rico," she said, smiling at Waverly...
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Nicole remained hidden, mesmerised by the young woman standing before her.
“Show yourself,” Waverly called out.
“A little longer. Stand perfectly still, exactly where you are.”
“Shan’t. You can’t make me do anything I don’t want to.”
Nicole appeared from her hiding place, her ability to move quickly catching Waverly off guard, who let out a squeal as arms wrapped around her waist. “I could order you to dance,” Nicole teased, as Waverly squirmed in her arms.
“I am no puppet my liege. I dance for no one but myself.”
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Nicole offered me the suntan lotion to apply to her back. Hawaiian Tropic. Next to coconut body wash, the smell was divine. The bottle in one hand, a sufficient amount squeezed onto the other, I waited for Nicole to position herself so I could apply the clear liquid oozing through my fingers.
I felt her muscles respond to my touch, taking my time so she wouldn’t burn. The smell, the sensation, the sea lapping against the shore, had me begging the Universe for us to be alone.
Three words escaped my lips. Is that enough?
One word escaped hers. Never...