What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
When I was a little girl, my mom would tell me about love. About the love you find in fairytales. I thought my parents had that love. They were so amazing. My mom told me one day I'd find that love. She said I'd find my prince charming and he'd sweep me off my feet. …
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Every question possesses a power often lost in the answer... - Unknown “Do you love me?” They are delicately spoken, gentle and tentative in their utterance. But words whose import nonetheless, carries like a gunshot - the bullet having shattered the glasshouse of her own crippling, internalised phobia, at long last. She waits, perfectly still, …
The penetrating, stench of beer comes towards me when I enter the club on my own. The music starts playing and the audience sways back and forth on their chairs to the hypnotic rhythm. I mingle and say hi to a few friends. Some offer me a drink, which I politely accept. It doesn’t take …
“I remembered being in your arms.” Marlena looks up at her husband as they continue to shift slowly to the music. His teary eyes cause a foreign wave of emotion to pass through her, “I felt safe. Safe and loved.” The last word comes out as a soft whisper as she buries her face back …
Marlena awoke with a start. Reality began to seep into her brain like mud. A smile crept upon her blushing lips. She hadn't felt this good in a really long time. A sense of warmth swam all throughout her body and soul. She leaned over and planted a kiss on John's cheek. The stubble protruding …
He climbs through the Aussie outbackon a hot Summer's day. Let's just say that the weather wont freeze the balls off a brass monkey. So, she perseveres, pushing through the prickly scrub, cocooned in the still, shimmering, hazy air. Her skin is hot and sweaty despite the heat that is as dry as a nun's …
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"God! Get a room would ya?" Brady stomps down the stairs and heads toward the front door. Marlena has just returned from Africa and she and John sit on the couch in each other's arms. At Brady's comment, John moves Marlena from his lap. "Hey pal…I want to talk to you!" John gets up to …
A good many Salemites had trekked into Marlena and John’s front room over the years. Grand Central Station on a more modest scale, one might say. Those who did so habitually because they were family or friends couldn’t help noticing the decor had changed recently. For a while, the curtains were light and jazzy, abstract …
“What in the hell is wrong with us, John? We act like an old married couple! I mean, we used to make love everyday…hell, at least once! But now, it’s like…I don’t know…it’s like we take each other for granted.” As she spoke, Marlena turned away, unable to look at John’s eyes, knowing that he …
Bits and pieces of their dream came rushing back as she opened the mailer containing the divorce papers she had asked Mickey Horton to draw up for her. Strangely drawn to their special place, Marlena Evans-Black stood on the pier and looked out over the murky depths of the Salem River, thinking of days gone …