A Pennington Sort Of Place To Be

Hermione and Julian were in love with Pennington. Mudbilly was prepared to be, but wanted to know more. They sat, squashed together in Corporate Cannington's car, showing bible truth to any who were prepared to listen. There weren't many, but the ones who were, were well worth the time and money. And Pennington came up. Hermione admitted to her adolescent love for the concert pianist, Arthur Pennington, and how she had married the adolescent, surfing dude, Mammokin the Best, believing that he had a talent. His talent was played out in many different places, not the ones that she had expected.

Later in life, after a divorce and a remarriage to Gordon Hardgreaves, she was able to reflect on the incredible significance that her love for Pennington had had on her life. She couldn't believe her own naivety. How could she have been so dull and Dorset born. She would cope as long as she had her bike class.

Meanwhile, Mudbilly was having a whale of a time traversing mountains and beaches with young, attractive worldly boys who had good opinions of themselves and claimed to be her freinds, discussing truth and the American way. They came to the odd meeting to assure her of their love and devotion, and she was satisfied.

More to follow as Julian downloads the horse travelling statement in order to go bush for a couple of hours, and there is a need for sisterly companionship and cleaning as well as a touch of vaccuuming, sandwich making, dog walking and busy, sometimesheavy, life living. Precious, we are, in God's eyes. Kind we be and strong in arm and worth 50 cents per 75 words.

Dorset rewrites, 'ere we come.

Julian Alchemises What Wounds Her Into Art

The wounds ran deep. She crashed her way through the undergrowth, the lantana grabbing her clothes and scratching her skin. In the darkness she could see nothing but knew she was not alone. She had lost all sense of direction but knew that she was going down the mountain. Clutched in her right hand was the package that had caused all the problems. He had arrived late that night with a shotgun and a hunting knife, which he had held against her throat.
"Where is it," he said, "give it to me and I'll go the way I came."
"I don't know what you're talking about." She had said. She had worked too long and hard to give up now. She was close to the finish line and wasn't about to hand it over, no matter how threatening he was. It was well hidden, and without her it was worthless.

The scene ends with the helpless woman being held against her will with a knife at her throat. The man is in shadow and we cannot make out his face. The room is small and stylishly furnished. It is dark outside.

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