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Friday, April 13, 2012

A to Z Challenge, Day 10: L is for Lila

Dear Diary: Today is November 14, 1983. One day ago I married, Max Butz . My mom’s choice, including the wedding dress and secondhand bridal shoes (the shoes are a half-size too small). A bargain for her and a total throat-gagging experience for me. My wedding day should’ve been with Julio Velasquez. Mom made sure I broke up with him at the beginning of summer, and hooked me up with Max right away through one of her Tupperware parties. I should’ve taken Cynthia’s advise ( she’s my best friend). Run away the night before the wedding, and hide in her parents’ beach house, stay there for a couple weeks. You know, wait until mom cooled off ---she’s rather frightening when she doesn’t get her way. Too late now. Mom thinks I’m crazy because I can see dead people and have conversations with them. She doesn’t believe I’ve got a gift. Sometimes I’m not sure myself but Gram believes me. Speaking of Gram, thank God, she’s with me. In spirit, that is. She died right before Julio and I broke up. She understood our love. Still does. Anyway, Gram convinced me to grab the wedding cash Max and me got in gifts at the reception---stuffed it into my bra. She helped me escape out a diner’s bathroom window---off I 75, somewhere a little south of Orlando. Can’t believe I did that still in my wedding dress and these awful bridal shoes, three inch stilts, I swear. I followed her bird friend, a hawk, (she loves all birds and they listen to her, too) into the woods but Max caught up with me. Good thing I had mace in my evening bag. Sprayed him a good one, right into his eyeballs. Boy! He’s mad now, and more so because I’ve stolen his car from a McDonald’s parking lot and stuffed nails in his creepy friend, Coon’s monster trucks tires. And then there’s Max’s friend Vinny. He wants payment for something and seems to think he can get it from me…anyway he can… if you know what I mean. Oh, and I can’t forget Cockroach. He’s just totally grody. I really think he’s part bug. He likes he’d like to torture me or something. And at this very moment, I’m at a Motel 6 trying to figure out my next move. You see, I discovered cocaine and guns in the trunk of Max’s car. So I know they’ll be looking for me. I mean, they did chase me until the trucks tires blew out. Like I said, it’s a good thing Gram’s with me. Until tomorrow. If I actually make it to see tomorrow. Lila

20 comments:

  1. A note to all who read this, Blogger was a real bugger this morning. First, it refused to post after 4 times. Second, as you see, it refused to pay any attention to seperate all my written content into paragraphs. Blogger-Schmogger.

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  2. When I first opened Blogger this morning, I found myself staring at blogs from three different blogs alone, and which started at two months ago and further back. Bloody blogger...

    Great point of view on Lila, Shelly! You did a fine job creating her.

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  3. Wow. I love the diary entry and the way the story unravels inside of it. I can't think of a worst last name - Butz. :)

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    1. Lila's in a mess of trouble.

      Thanks, Tonja.

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  4. That's one hell of a fast-paced diary entry, Shelly! Very enjoyable read :)

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  5. Loved the posting today great story

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  6. You totally had me hooked at the beginning, but as I read on, I felt overloaded and my interest waned. Sorry, but I'm a dang tough editor. I'd condense and think about chopping the passage up into multiple paragraphs. The constant subject switch distracted me.

    Catch My Words http://joycelansky.blogspot.com

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    1. Ummm....Joyce,

      Blogger refused my paragraph commands. I had issues posting this as well. It took four times after constantly trying to get this media to make paragraphs. ***shaking my head***

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  7. This is a great post! I really enjoyed reading this, and I love the way that you write.

    www.modernworld4.blogspot.com

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  8. Uh oh... coke and guns are a bad combo!!!

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  9. Good job, Shelly. Sorry blogger is being a buggar!

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    1. Thank you, Lorelei. I want to bang my head somewhere. It looks horrid. Like a glob of words.

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