Another Runaway Bride: Part 4 of 5

Another Runaway Bride: Part 4 of 5

by Bryan Fletcher

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Overview

In a present-day New York City bridal shop, Kate Valenteen refuses to marry Victor Strath, from a pretentious old-school Downton Abbey-style family led by the ninth earl of Strath. And with absolutely no interest in an arranged marriage or stuck in a post-Edwardian era lifestyle, she searches one bridal shop room after another to escape then climbs out a bathroom window. ?We?ve got a runner!? ?What?? ?I say, we?ve got a runner!?



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ISBN-13: 9781524695989
Publisher: AuthorHouse
Publication date: 06/07/2017
Pages: 208
Product dimensions: 6.00(w) x 9.00(h) x 0.44(d)

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CHAPTER 1

Steve Raichlen, Quinn, the Garden

Moments later, in that private north Madagascar garden, well beyond the public market, Steve says, "Yes, brother and sister," of which Quinn completely agrees, and they repeat it together, as if saying it will make it so, will somehow remove the effect of their accidental kiss among friends, that transformative event, the kiss and closeness that was natural, warm, and inviting, such as stay a while, in fact stay a lifetime, or forever, and "Away, away, come away with me," maybe "A Home in the Meadow," where they can truly live, as if one and the same, and nothing else matters, in a place that seems timeless, warm, all-inclusive, and discreet, such as a safe haven, sanctuary, and where a river has the same legal rights as a human.

Then they do what most people would do.

They fake awkwardness.

In fact, they deny everything and pretend as if the great pretenders.

CHAPTER 2

Then, one at a time they meticulously dust each other off, straighten each other's clothes, hair, then overall demeanor.

Afterwards they shake hands, the overexaggerated version, which seems a bit awkward, so fake hug, where the bodies avoid touching more than needed, stop, consider a better something, kiss each cheek.

And they do so as if French then lie to each other, and pretend they are brother and sister, "Yes, brother and sister."

*
That previous event happened so fast, completely unintended, as their lips and bodies met.

And she seriously mumbles, "Damn gummy bears," as she reached for a handful, tripped, fell on top of him, which caused them to accidentally kiss.

CHAPTER 3

This accidental kiss happened as Quinn was explaining her role in life, as a supportive yet discreet cheerleader to her friend, Kate Valenteen, the runaway would-be bride, the Valenteen family, and friends.

Quinn is the type of person who tries to make the best of a situation, such as say something nice, positive, and hopeful, which could fully unify family and friends, maybe with a charming word, phrase, sentence, and done so with a warm smile.

Some people are like that.

They have a natural impulse to heal, to offer a cool and calm path.

Maybe a smile will improve everyone's mood, maybe break the tension.

So much so they recover and become well-beings, which seem rare nowadays, to see people as well-being on the rise, pleased, elated, and with an exceptional complexion, as well as unique personality that offers another path, something bright, fresh, and free.

However, for sometime Kate Valenteen, the runaway would-be bride, the Valenteen family, and friends ignore her in plain sight.

In fact, in retrospect it seems a reoccurring pattern over the last few years.

So much so and eventually, Quinn became quite self-conscious, felt exceedingly awkward, and quietly retreated into the anonymous background, into an oubliette, epiphanic, or cardboard prison, or gerrymandered district.

Often she felt awkward, self-arrested, and wilted under the realization.

And eventually something happens to Quinn, something.

She became quite common.

*
And again it happened in front of Steve, before that accidental kiss.

And before, Steve seemed speechless, did not know what to do, such as offer words of encouragement, as a cheerleader, or offer a hug, and eventually patted the air towards her.

Primarily because of today's times, well, such as one wrong move, and "Oh my," yet maybe these times are same-old-same-old, ever so complex with a different temporal inflection, or signature.

CHAPTER 4

Here and now, Steve offers her gummy bears, realizes, and says, "Oh my, sorry!" then offers Raisinets, as dark chocolate often helps?

And, a side note: if it helps, why does it help?

What is in chocolate, the ingredients that relieve stress?

Does it lower blood pressure, and hypertension?

And, how much does a person need to eat, such as enough to make that person fat?

Plus there must be some downside to eating chocolate, such as all that sugar.

*
Yet Quinn waves it off, and again.

*
Then she seems elsewhere, adrift far away with a blank look.

It is as if this difficult situation, all those previous thoughts about serious implications, of that kiss, true feelings, and weighing one complex implication after another, such as Kate Valenteen has feelings for him, that wave of disruption.

And all those complex thoughts lead to, or equal, a blank look, far away, of sail on, sail away!

CHAPTER 5

However, she fully realizes the impossibility, as that would make things far too complex, and quite difficult.

Plus, who believes in love-at-first-kiss?

Is that really possible?

A single kiss can completely transform, such as a person recovers and becomes well-being, a complete person?

Can an accidental kiss among friends do that?

Can it become a transformative event, the kiss and closeness of natural, warm and inviting, such as stay a while, in fact stay a lifetime, or forever, and "Away, away, come away with me," maybe "A Home in the Meadow," where they can truly live, as if one and the same, and nothing else matters, in a place that seems timeless, warm, all-inclusive, and discreet, such as a safe haven, sanctuary, and where a river has the same legal rights as a human?

*
As a result, she does what most people would do.

In those complex thoughts that lead to, or equal, a blank look, far away, of sail on, sail away!

She fakes awkwardness, as the great pretender.

CHAPTER 6

In fact both deny everything, and eventually find common ground.

As a result she gladly accepts Raisinets, dark chocolate, another then handful, as if a substantial meal.

And eventually she consumes at a rapid rate, as if to quickly gain benefits from the ingredients, to relieve stress, lower blood pressure, and hypertension, not that she has hypertension.

In fact Quinn seems quite fit, and has an excellent complexion.

And she has one sexy curve after another.

Of which she shows one sexy angle after another, as well as nice long legs.

And, she knows he knows.

Of which Steve looks on and seriously wonders, "What the hell?"

Yet he cannot really complain, as it seems only natural to look at a sexy lady, look at that remarkable complex, and one sexy angle after another, as well as nice long legs.

*
And she rapidly consumes one handful of dark chocolate Raisinets after another, as if a substantial meal.

Then something happens, something.

She thinks how much can a person eat and not become fat, plus there must be some downside to eating chocolate, such as all that sugar.

Yet she shrugs, yes, shrugs it off then says a few things to Steve with a full mouth, and in a way that no true lady would ever do, ever, and does so in a happy, silly way, fun, carefree way, the goofy way yet ever so happy, and finally free, feel to be her real self.

Of which he immediately notices, especially her true charm, as she seems quite real, extraordinary, and, yes, very attractive, as odd as that might seem.

And, she knows he knows.

*
Regardless, Steve immediately hides these feelings and maintains a poker face.

And he does so for many reasons.

Number one, he is quite familiar with the arc of human history, especially when a person has a known advantage, has real leverage over someone else, such as a charming person, or true rascal, a troublemaker extraordinaire, and with the special ability to attach a claim on a person, place, or thing, a "reach-through-claim," or a physics version of "product-by-process claim."

CHAPTER 7

And number two, he remembers the last time someone did that — Kate, who seems quite interested in gaining considerable control over him, with that similar tactic, technique; with that known advantage, and she needs help dressing.

Of which caused him to quietly mumble then look for help, and to look towards the serene blue expanse of ocean sky, the heavens, in the middle of the Atlantic.

Then Kate said, "What are you saying? Speak up, I can't hear you."

"I ... I. ..."

"What?"

And Kate sparked an "I own you smile," that look, and wanted to try on more of his clothing one after another, which means naked again, and often over the entire day.

As if she knew quite well how to slowly do this, for maximum effect, to show all the right angles.

And she showed one curve after another, showed true man kryptonite, as if a pulp fiction novel, yes, that fiction style, such as those "published from 1896 to the 1950s," with a compelling appeal, real gravitas, sexuality, as if it is just a matter of time.

Of which he looked about for an exit then seriously considers leaping into the ocean and swimming away — okay, maybe doggy style, and with no significant amount of dignity.

Instead, he quickly exited below, to prepare something, "corned beef, cabbage, and potatoes," which she seemed unsure of.

And mid completion, she loudly called out a request, for "spaghetti, as well as garlic bread" as if at a restaurant, which caused him to mumble things unfit for print, and for a considerable amount of time.

"Did you say something?"

"Ah. ...

"No," then again, he fully realizes she has his number and mumbled, "Yes."

"What?"

"Nothing.

"Spaghetti is fine."

Then he whispered in a sidebar monologue, "She's got me, really got me," seemed trapped and considered that long swim in open waters, and that struggle, beyond the vast ocean horizon.

"And if the dog could do it, I could.

"Yes."

"Did you say something?"

"Ah. ...

"No!"

Then he mumbled, "I could," and something happened, something.

Resolve arrived, true grit, and the eyes narrowed.

"I could swim that adventure, a call to action, to destiny in the Big Show, monomyth cycle, the great threshold adventure, a high concept.

"Yes."

"Did you say something?"

"What?

"No."

Then David turned to the dog, "What have you done?"

"She's freaking rich, superrich.

"And she wants her nails done using a full nail service.

"Yes.

"And she said as if at an exclusive salon in Paris, Milan, or better yet Neuilly sur Seine, or Saint Cloud.

"Or, maybe at one of her other vacation stops, such as Strasbourg, Budapest, Prague or Vienna."

"Did you say something?

"I hear something."

"Ah!

"It's the radio."

"Oh!"

So he lowered his voice then continues, "And, what about her parents, yes, their daughter.

"Things could get worse, much worse.

"Well, as compared to open waters, and far beyond my skill set?

"However, I could swim that adventure; that call to action, and true destiny.

"Yes!" and eyes widened.

CHAPTER 8

That was then, with Kate Valenteen.

So, he continues to hide his feelings and maintains a poker face, as he is quite familiar with the arc of human history, especially when a person has a known advantage, has real leverage over someone else, such as a charming person or true rascal, a troublemaker extraordinaire, and with the special ability to attach a claim on a person, place, or thing, a "reach-through-claim," or a physics version of "product-by-process claim."

Yet, she had his number.

Or, said another way, sometimes a person immediately understands the other person in great detail, the personality type as well as habits, their "tells," such as in the game of poker, which represents much of life, especially first contact.

And, with other people, a person might spend a lifetime yet never really understand the partner's true personality, as well as thought process, not in a precise way.

*
Here and now, as Quinn consumes one handful dark chocolate Raisinets after another, as if a substantial meal, she again shrugs off any worries about becoming fat, and does so in a happy, silly way, fun, carefree way, the goofy way yet ever so happy, and finally free, feel to be her real self.

And Quinn does so in an ever so charming way, shows her true charm, of which seems quite real, extraordinary, and very attractive, as odd as that might seem.

In fact Quinn seems quite fit, and has an excellent complexion.

And she has one sexy curve after another.

Of which she shows one sexy angle after another, as well as nice long legs.

And, she knows he knows.

Then he mumbled, "Yes!

"She's got my number."

Of which Quinn says, "What?

"What did you say?"

"Ah!

"I ... ah ... nothing."

And, he minor reels, quietly mumbles things fit for print, yet deliberately lowers the volume and word pronunciation quality, as to not cross that bright red line, of civility, well, because somehow, someway she owns him.

Then Steve's lowers in total defeat.

Then things go from bad to worse.

CHAPTER 9

Quinn accepts more snacks, stuffs, really stuffs one snack after another, of Twizzlers, Whoppers, Goobers, and Jujyfruits.

In fact, it resembles someone stuffing the mouth and graciously thanking all along the way.

Of which it seems a bit sloppy, the speech, and occasional dribble.

"Excuse me.

"Sorry!"

*
And, oddly enough, she looks even more charming, more attractive, in fact, irresistible.

Of which, it is quite dangerous if someone has that much power, true power, especially according to the history of the human species.

And Steve mumbles, "How is that possible?"

"Did you say something?

"I heard something."

"Ah!

"I ... ah ... nothing."

*
Then things go from bad to worse.

As a result of her normal diet, apparently she, like many people, is on a special calorie-restricted diet, one that restricts carbohydrates, such as sugar and starch, to maintain an ideal weight, a proper BMI, body mass index, a numerical formula based on height and weight, and used to determine if a person is underweight, normal, over, or obese.

And in her case, maintain that attractive shape — okay, okay, sexy shape, maintain one sexy curve after another, as well as magnificent long legs.

Well, apparently living without sugar for years and years then gobbling one handful of dark chocolate Raisinets after another, as a substantial meal then a considerable amount of Twizzlers, Whoppers, Goobers, and Jujyfruits can have serious implication for many people, such as her.

You also see this phenomenon in very young kids, kids not familiar with sugar or caffeine, such as a birthday cake, and they wash it down with a soda, or worse yet, wash it down with a carbonated soft drink, a Mountain Dew, Pepsi Max, Crystal Pepsi, Sunkist Ten, Cult Soda, or Monster Mutant Super Soda.

And the kids transform into a monster, a cult, such as a hyperactive thing that bounces here and there, as well as babble on and on about one subject after another, and without significant pause, for example, talk enthusiastically as if truly free.

Here and now, Quinn does so and washes all that with a soda, a monster.

Of which a serious sugar caffeine rush arrives, a gold rush.

And so much so she becomes quite giddy, and truly silly.

Then something else happens, something.

CHAPTER 10

All those rapidly consumed things act as if a truth serum, a psychoactive drug used to obtain information from a subject who might be unable or unwilling to provide such information, such as used in civil and criminal case, maybe on a spy.

The type, that a person will immediately reveal true feeling, and ever so deep secrets.

And what would you do if you had that known advantage, had real leverage over someone else?

Would you become a rascal, a troublemaker extraordinaire?

Would you explore that person, really explore their personality, beliefs, habits, and the past, and in great detail, such as to learn things no one else knows, not even close family and friends, and who over a lifetime might never know certain very personal things, those types of secrets, even intimate secrets?

And, is it morally proper to do so, with that known advantage?

*
Here and now, one by one Steve seriously considers each of these questions.

So much so he smiles, yes, and fully imagines the benefits, as most people are quite guarded, and it seems difficult to know what they really think, or what their true motives are.

Yet, for Steve something happens, that pesky thing, morality, that little voice, the one that really knows how to quickly burrow deep inside the psyche, into the conscious and unconscious, into das Unbewusste and das Vorbewusste, one that knows how to spoil a party, "Yes!"

So, he refrains.

Regardless, Quinn goes on and on then apologizes for that kiss and says, "It was warm, in fact quite nice and inviting, such as stay a while, in fact stay a lifetime, or forever, and nothing else matters, and it seemed timeless, all-inclusive, and discreet, such as a safe haven, a sanctuary."

Of which, and from too much candid information, he minor reels.

Yet she continues in that chocolate sugar rush, shrugs off any worries, and does so in an ever so happy, fun, carefree, and goofy way, and finally free, feel to be her real self.

(Continues…)



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