Trying to find you? I think you were just spotted grabbing a cab headed for LaGuardia. It was raining...you were in a hurry, as London was waiting. You slipped on the wet pavement, a tall, mysterious fellow (woman?) helped you recover your footing..then disappeared into the fogbank. Will you ever forget that face? That quick smile of heartfelt commaradie? Look in the mirror...you are unforgettable, more than worthy, and maybe a bit lost...

Bear hugs, then,

from Gary Kent, the Gar/Bear

What a smile I have. kiss kiss

Okay, Fremen: What's the deal? You happy? Disgruntled? Sad? Am I asking too many questions?

The story continues: Once in London, Freman grabs a lorry to the Hotel Excellsior, checks in under the aka "Precious Polly"...is shown to a smallish but adequate suite. She finds a note from him/her on the nightstand..."am in dire straights without you...where and when can we meet?" Fremen crumples the note, burns it, and deposits the ashes in the coal-scuttle. Exhausted from the journey, she flings herself into bed without unpacking...soon, she is in the dream within a dream...

seeing all she sees or seems....life is good. She sleeps a solid ten. For Fremen, the future's looking brite!

Bear hugs, then,

from Gar/Bear

I think I am a little happy, disgruntled, sad. FYI: The Fremen are a group of people in the fictional Dune universe created by Frank Herbert. I am a Sci Fi girl. I like your story and the note would have been from a him. I dont think aka Precious Polly fits Raven Sky better. no you dont ask to many questions.

Well, how was I to know? Thanks for the education re Dune and Fremen. My Sci Fi runs to Ray Bradburry (sp) and a film I did for William Shatner called Groom Lake...I am a writer/director/stuntman in film.

I only know what I hear through the loop...actually. I have heard that after a short nap, Raven Sky, who had left the alias Precious Polly at the front desk to avoid tracking, nonetheless received a cryptic note from "him"..."Raven, meet me at the Charing Cross station, magazine rack, 4 p.m." Raven was confused, groggy, in need of a martini, and yet, the note was urgent...and it was now 3:30...little time for dallying. She quickly changed into a thong, pulled on her jogging suit, slipped into a fairly worn pair of Nike's, and dashed into the foyer.

"Cab" she yelled at the Concierge, "No, Robert" the fellow replied, stiffling a grin that could easily be described as smug. Raven ran for a side door, and, without checking, jumped into the nearest lorry.

"Charing Cross Station" she threw the words at the driver, impatient, perturbed, time was flying by like a, well, like a Raven....the lorry lurched into the traffic stream---She could see the driver's face in the mirror.

"My God," she whispered, "it's Lemoyne." Trembling, she searched her purse for a weapon, anything to defend herself if things turned sour....damn it...notepad, pen, whistle, eyeshadow, pancake, part of a raspberry scone lifted from yesterday's airline,...wait a minute...here it was...she found it...a small, golden cylinder that had slipped inside the pocket book "The Secret"...the tiny tube contained sulphate of Mercury, enough to do the damage required. She leaned forward, holding the tube tightly in her tender small hand.

She tapped the driver on his large, earthy shoulder. As he turned to her, she squeezed. "I've changed my mind," she hissed." I prefer to travel alone..... The driver choked, fell against the wheel, traffic snarled, horns honked...Raven jumped from the lorry and dashed into a pedestrian London afternoon. She felt a little happy, but also disgruntled, and even....a bit sad!

Bear hugs then, from

Gar/Bear 

,

I love it.

Thank you,

I think I may have a new Teddy Bear to play with.

Hey, I'm just passing it on as it was told to me. Raven Sky dashed into the throng gathered in the square, avoiding a puddle of goop that appeared to be ankle high, then stopped to catch her breath. She leaned against a window display at Harrod's. Now she knew she could not meet "him" at the Charing Cross station, as she had been outed by the lot of them. She musn't return to her quiet, unpretentious room, either. They obviously knew....knew more than they should. Raven turned, looking at her reflection in the window. One lonely strand of hair had fallen carelessly across her cheek. She started to tidy hersellf, when she notice it. An incredibly beautiful necklace of multifaceted diamonds, and Carpathian Rubies.

 She felt a stirring near her perfectly molded neck and shoulders. It traveled across her body and settled in her loins. "I must have it" she breathlessly whispered, walking toward the entrance to the Emporium. Then she hear the shattering of glass, a Hollywood second before the gunshots. People were instantly panicked...jostling and shoving, screaming and crying..Raven, however, was cool as

well-water. She whistled, even, as she skipped toward the El. She knew that finding herself was not going to be as easy as she had at first thought. In fact, in spite of her bravado, she struggled to recall

her name, her task, her mission in life..."maybe," she thought, "if I just have a bit of cod and wrappers

this will all begin to coagulate into some sort of truth---and,  there it was--the sign blinking out the message: Harmony's Fish n' Chips--Cold half-n'-half, and a vanilla tart as a go-along." Six pence and two....Taking a deep breath, she opened the door and stepped into---the past!

wow! you are good.