The lovestruck merchant sent over a cameo brooch to the piano player across the street.
The piano player pinned on the cameo, with her wealthy bosom heaving from its cleavage, walked to the saloon's plate-glass window and winked discreetly. This wasn't the century for lesbianism.
The noon stage delivered Laura Ingalls Wilder, author of "LittleHouse" books. She stopped in the General Mercantile for a box of quills, unruled tablets, and two bottles of writing ink, for she had a prairie novel set in her mind where wagonwheels were the vehicle that turned the page and oil lanterns lit the way.
Tonight, the piano player signaled the lovestruck merchant by playing Buffalo Gals...Won't You Come Out Tonight. The lovestruck merchant had long closed the General Mercantile and spent the rest of the evening listening to the goings on at the saloon from her room above the Mercantile. Never mind what she could see out the other window---a bunch of saloon whores skinny-dipping in the moonlight in the wild waters of the horse tank at the livery stable.
Theirs was a cliffhanger serial affair, picked up where it left off. The piano player's wicked sensuality drove the lovestruck merchant wild. At thirty, the piano player was an exceptionally built woman with a voluptuous bosom and a small waist, sparkling green-blue eyes and long chestnut hair she wore in a lesbian knot at the nape of her neck. She bathed herself in Milk of Roses and powdered herself with La Dore's Powder de Riz made from fine rice flour, both toiletries from France, available through Sears Roebuck and Company mail order.
The piano player turned the wick down to douse it, then quickly rolled the glowing wick back up for a signal to the lovestruck merchant that the town was clear. Buffalo Gals...Won't You Come Out Tonight..
Ah, you learned that trick too eh? Ideas are precious so it pays to get a poem and a story out of the same pack of seed.
I enjoyed this Sage and it left me wanting to know more of what happened to these star - crossed lovers.
Ian
Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)
Reviewed on April 8, 2006
Love the descriptions you have used in this one as you bring the characters to life.
Sage
A conglomeration of the Wild West and The Little House on the Prairie in this pioneering pen...
Your literary skills come to the fore again, in this fast moving and decriptive narrative
Rock on sister..
Peter
Come out tonight...come out tonight to dance by the light of the moon. Life is just as it has been for centuries. We've just be into "labeling" for the last few centuries and, even then...I'm not sure Lesbianism was the rule.
I like the way you animate a poem...make it real so it moves.
Great work Sage.
Susan
What a wonderful scene you paint Sage, this reads just like a movie only the movie is never as good as the book...such stunning imagery can only come from a very talented pen.
Paul;-)
Reviewed by totally anonymous (Reader)
Reviewed on April 7, 2006
wow excellent visuals. Now i have to go read the story
‘I have to go back soon,’ says Adam one afternoon. Yes, I know he has to go back soon. He has to go back to London and to his job and his apprenticeship. He has taken the maximum number of days leave – he has taken his entire Summer holiday in the Sp
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I enjoyed this Sage and it left me wanting to know more of what happened to these star - crossed lovers.
Ian
Fine work!
Eileen
A conglomeration of the Wild West and The Little House on the Prairie in this pioneering pen...
Your literary skills come to the fore again, in this fast moving and decriptive narrative
Rock on sister..
Peter
I like the way you animate a poem...make it real so it moves.
Great work Sage.
Susan
Reindeer
Excellent portrayal and atmosphere in your descriptive write; well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Paul;-)
Regis