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- From: IO11283@MAINE.MAINE.EDU
- Newsgroups: alt.romance.chat
- Subject: RFA Application- a start
- Message-ID: <93026.130009IO11283@MAINE.MAINE.EDU>
- Date: 26 Jan 93 18:00:09 GMT
- Organization: University of Maine System
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- Dear Prez Julie- Here's a start on a story for my official RFA application. I
- wanted to see if this will fit the guidelines. ShalL I continue with this one,
- or start with something else.
-
- Newsgroups: alt.romance.chat
- I don't know what the ALL CAPS problem is- everything was fine, and then it sta
- rted on me in spite of my efforts.
-
- -Jennifer, who hopes this seems romantic to you (collective).
-
- The buzz of the clockradio's alarm invaded his dreams like martians, jolting Ha
- rrison to his senses. As the sleepiness faded from his eyes, he saw the rumple
- d covers, the heap of clothes in the corner, and that blaring red LED. 7:00. Gl
- ancing at the frosty window as he made his way to the shower, Harrison shivered
- at the thought of the morning routine- scraping the windshield, walking across
- windswept parking lots, and trudging over ice and snow to the lab.
-
- After pulling on his favorite flannel shirt and jeans, grabbing hat, scarf, and
- gloves, Harrison reached for his blue parka. Picking up the canvas briefcase
- AND KEYS, HE OPENNED THE DOOR TO THE ENTRYWAY. THERE ON THE FLOOR IN FRONT OF H
- im was a pot of violets, cheerfully blooming up at him- a smiling gesture of sp
- ring through the January chills. There was no card, no markings on the pot, ju
- st a thick insulating plastic wrapping. He scooped up the pot, which was still
- warm to the touch, and went out to warm up the car, carefully placing the viol
- ets on the passenger seat. As he scraped the ice from the windshield, Harrison
- watched his breath form puffy clouds in the cold morning air. The violets had
- n't been there long, and yet, how would they have gotten there?
-
- HARRISON'S DAY WAS NOT AS USUAL- HE FOUND HIS EYES CONTINUALLY WANDERING TO TH
- EPOT OF VIOLETS, WHICH HE PLACED ON HIS DESK. HAD HE EVER RECEIVED FLOWERS BEF
- ORE? HE THOUGHT, NO, THOUGH HE'D GIVEN QUITE A FEW. MANY OF THE WOMEN IN THE
- LAB HAD STARTED QUESTIONING HIM- FLOWERS ON HIS DESK? WHAT WAS THE OCCASSION?
- WERE THEY FOR A NEW LOVE INTEREST? WAS IT HIS BIRTHDAY? WHY DID HE ALL OF A SU
- DDEN HAVE THIS SWEET BUNCH OF BLOSSOMS AMIDST HIS PAPERS AND PERIPHERALS? HARR
- ISON BLUSHED AND SMILED AND HONESTLY SAID HE DIDN'T KNOW WHERE THEY CAME FROM.
- THE TITTERING AND TEASING CONTINUED THROUGH MOST OF THE MORNING AS THEY ALL WE
- NT ABOUT THEIR BUSINESS.
-
- HARRISON TRIED TO ACT NORMALLY, BUT AS THE WEEK WENT ON, HE AWOKE TO MORE FLOWE
- RS- A POTTED PEONY IN FULL PINK BLOOM, FOLLOWED THE NEXT DAY BY YELLOW MUMS, AN
- D THE NEXT DAY, A TALL WHITE LILY. SLIGHTLY OVERWHELMED, HARRISON KEPT THESE F
- LOWERS AT HOME, FEARING THE STATIC HE'D RECEIVE IF HIS DESK BECAME AN ARBORETUM
- . HE STILL KEPT THE VIOLETS THERE, THOUGH, WONDERING ABOUT THEIR SOURCE.
-
- ON FRIDAY MORNING, HARRISON SENSED SOMETHING DIFFERENT WHEN HE OPENED THE DOOR-
- HIS FLOWERS WERE WRAPPED IN PAPER, AND THERE WAS AN ENVELOPE ATTACHED!
- UNWRAPPING THE PAPER, HE SAW HIS FIRST CUT FLOWERS- ROSES- ONE RED, ONE YELLOW,
- ONE PINK, AND ONE WHITE. HE TORE OPEN THE ENVELOPE, RELEASING A SMALL CLOUD O
- F A SPICY FLORAL PERFUME. THE PLAIN WHITE CARD HELD A SMALL MESSAGE. THE LOOP
- Y, GRACEFUL HANDWRITING ASKED:
-
- "WOULD YOU PLEASE HAVE LUNCH WITH ME ON MONDAY? 1:00PM AT CHEZ GAELLE.
- YOUR ADMIRER, SVETLANA."
-