Whispers From the Mirror
by Minnie Miller
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Literature & Fiction
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A middle-aged feminist on the frontlines fighting for African American women’s rights. Personality, societal problems and a dream deferred.
After a chance meeting, she goes home and tries to rationalize her love. Is that possible?
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chapter 1:
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An excerpt from Chapter one
chapter 1
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It had been eight years since she last saw him. At the time, he was thirty, working the edges of politics while keeping up his accounting business. He knew politics bred strange bed partners. When Beau and Diana first met, she was overworked without praise or fair compensation that left her defensive. Putting it all together, a different female emerged—independent, workaholic, activist and free-spirited. Marriage? I can’t fit all of me into a union, too much competition for most men, maybe even unfair to ask them to participate in my dream.
Beau Bradford walked from the picture in Diana’s mind into real life. Even at a distance, there was no mistaking him. As he stood before her, she drank him in. Still handsome, now with gray beard and hair, and those eyes, still has the look of eagerness as if expecting some joyful event or happy news. His shoulders seem to be carrying the weight of caring and carrying. Nevertheless, that doesn’t detract from his distinguish appearance. Same Beau.
Diana Deville’s sun didn’t shine until his smile lit it. She mused, Funny, the myths we make of love. There was a time when I couldn’t wait to see him; my heart knowing all the while he probably would never be mine. Diana’s self-consciousness took hold. She wondered if he noticed her extra weight, plump face, and bare lips. She stopped wearing lipstick for some reason—maybe because of her involvement with women’s lib that she fought for so fervently. She couldn’t remember. Didn’t want to remember. Not at this moment. She just wanted to savor his beautiful face. She admitted that she couldn’t complain; she didn’t try to hold him. Like Diana, he had his own dreams and Diana was not a part of them.
As Beau approached the crowd disappeared; it was just Diana and Beau, standing in the middle of the sidewalk. He looked down into her pretty face, both inspected each other. She observed his warm eyes, sweet mouth that she once briefly tasted, those still-broad shoulders that once gave her a few moments of security, and that smile—mesmerizing. She thought, I always said he could melt an iceberg. After all the years that passed, she had to admit that she did love him, once.
Minnie E Miller
Copyright © November 2007
The story is pending.
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Beau Bradford walked from the picture in Diana’s mind into real life. Even at a distance, there was no mistaking him. As he stood before her, she drank him in. Still handsome, now with gray beard and hair, and those eyes, still has the look of eagerness as if expecting some joyful event or happy news. His shoulders seem to be carrying the weight of caring and carrying. Nevertheless, that doesn’t detract from his distinguish appearance. Same Beau.
Diana Deville’s sun didn’t shine until his smile lit it. She mused, Funny, the myths we make of love. There was a time when I couldn’t wait to see him; my heart knowing all the while he probably would never be mine. Diana’s self-consciousness took hold. She wondered if he noticed her extra weight, plump face, and bare lips. She stopped wearing lipstick for some reason—maybe because of her involvement with women’s lib that she fought for so fervently. She couldn’t remember. Didn’t want to remember. Not at this moment. She just wanted to savor his beautiful face. She admitted that she couldn’t complain; she didn’t try to hold him. Like Diana, he had his own dreams and Diana was not a part of them.
As Beau approached the crowd disappeared; it was just Diana and Beau, standing in the middle of the sidewalk. He looked down into her pretty face, both inspected each other. She observed his warm eyes, sweet mouth that she once briefly tasted, those still-broad shoulders that once gave her a few moments of security, and that smile—mesmerizing. She thought, I always said he could melt an iceberg. After all the years that passed, she had to admit that she did love him, once.
Minnie E Miller
Copyright © November 2007
The story is pending.
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