Note: This is under the word limit and I had to trim a couple of words down just to get it through. None the less the story is set in a dream and then the girl in question wakes up. I couldn't really wedged that without going over the limit. I should also note that "Charlene" is actually Lenny's full name, Lenny is working in the Post-war Cardassian State, all things impossible to weave into the story without going over the word limit.
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There is this beach. It could be on Pacifica, the rolling beaches, and this sudden abrupt thrust of lava coming from the nearby volcano. That is where she erupts; this is a dream of course. Lenny Askari can see her reflection in glimpses of the small pools set in the black rock. The black rock is varied – there is the smooth – the smooth ribbon form that got frozen in that river of sorts. Then there is the gnarled twisted raw form that thrusts up like a knife against the black. There are other stones set amongst the lava and the sand, that endless beach that rambles on until the houses take over. They are here to state the civilization, the breaking with the above sky, and the noted absence of sea gulls above.
This is a dream. She is wearing her old school jersey that has seen better days. She is wearing slacks. It is a perfectly accepted thing to gather the rocks from this lava pier and pitch it into the sea.
She is stuck on the beach and the rocks haven’t gotten the distance that she wants. The problem is this lady that comes near her. There are the small umbrellas set against the water. The sand is set on a cliff where they would dredge up the lost grains and jump the cycle over again. The woman is nice – if she had stepped out of whom she is – which is a royal shame.
The problem is that she is her. Lenny dusts the sand off her ankles – which is the normal way of doing things. This would be normal in a dream that she thinks to herself. The problem is that it’s a bit akin to a double walking across the sand with her face, although less saddled with the setbacks that Herr Hasley kindly did to her, and other things.
This woman has her eyes, long hair, and that svelte shape that men would love. She stepped out of the holographic nickel and dime theaters, the magazines, the modern ones that leave little to the imagination. She would be imagination of a lonely young man
This is a dream; the problem is this sobering reality of a double that went beyond the line. Lenny stops throwing the rocks. The woman with her face, much kinder, stares at her. She is wearing the type of garments that comes out of a pink coral hotel on the beach, the elegance abounds, and that is it.
]“So you’re my double” Lenny states. “I guess one of us had to embrace being a girl”
The eyes go wide. It is hard to pick her features out of this double. The road to that mythical city would go on forever. This is the dream, the dream is Pacifica, and she is wearing an old school jersey for football.
I suppose you’re the opposite then?” comes the words out of her double.
"Yeah – I’d imagine in the nickel and dime theaters they would have one of us wearing an evil mustache and an imperial dagger of sorts” Lenny quips.
There is nothing except the water and the endless time that has no measurement.
"You know I’m with my boyfriend – I could always bring you to him. We could talk” the double says, attempting to fill in the spaces.
"No” Lenny says, grabbing more rocks from her feet and starts to throw them into the water. There is that plunking noise “Tell me this o double of mine – is it better on the other side? Have I become a private eye?”
The double even has her habit of running the hand through the hair. “No – I’m a painter in Alphabet District. Father even comes. I’m going to have a display to help the orphans in Cardassia."
Lenny stops throwing the rocks. “So you never went there?”
“No – I’ve stayed in the Federation all my life. I do have friends who fought in the War though.” She commented, stepping out of the surf. “You should really get out of the water…”
“It’s Lenny Askari” Lenny says. “…and you must be Charlene I assume?”
“No – Charlotte Lee. Are you always this blunt?” asks Charlotte the double.
"Most of the time” Lenny utters. She gets out of the surf because it’s getting boring. “You know – I just want to meet a double that is a private investigator – just once! Maybe I can do a change in a hard boiled city in a hard boiled town.”
“What is with you and being a private investigator?”Charlotte has this face.
“Well – it gives credence to my name – not my given. It gets me where I want to go. I can definitely say that being a private eye would be lovely."
...
A fog hits
...
Lenny Askari suddenly awoke in her bed. “Great” she mutters– “At least I could have more time with her.”
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There is this beach. It could be on Pacifica, the rolling beaches, and this sudden abrupt thrust of lava coming from the nearby volcano. That is where she erupts; this is a dream of course. Lenny Askari can see her reflection in glimpses of the small pools set in the black rock. The black rock is varied – there is the smooth – the smooth ribbon form that got frozen in that river of sorts. Then there is the gnarled twisted raw form that thrusts up like a knife against the black. There are other stones set amongst the lava and the sand, that endless beach that rambles on until the houses take over. They are here to state the civilization, the breaking with the above sky, and the noted absence of sea gulls above.
This is a dream. She is wearing her old school jersey that has seen better days. She is wearing slacks. It is a perfectly accepted thing to gather the rocks from this lava pier and pitch it into the sea.
She is stuck on the beach and the rocks haven’t gotten the distance that she wants. The problem is this lady that comes near her. There are the small umbrellas set against the water. The sand is set on a cliff where they would dredge up the lost grains and jump the cycle over again. The woman is nice – if she had stepped out of whom she is – which is a royal shame.
The problem is that she is her. Lenny dusts the sand off her ankles – which is the normal way of doing things. This would be normal in a dream that she thinks to herself. The problem is that it’s a bit akin to a double walking across the sand with her face, although less saddled with the setbacks that Herr Hasley kindly did to her, and other things.
This woman has her eyes, long hair, and that svelte shape that men would love. She stepped out of the holographic nickel and dime theaters, the magazines, the modern ones that leave little to the imagination. She would be imagination of a lonely young man
This is a dream; the problem is this sobering reality of a double that went beyond the line. Lenny stops throwing the rocks. The woman with her face, much kinder, stares at her. She is wearing the type of garments that comes out of a pink coral hotel on the beach, the elegance abounds, and that is it.
]“So you’re my double” Lenny states. “I guess one of us had to embrace being a girl”
The eyes go wide. It is hard to pick her features out of this double. The road to that mythical city would go on forever. This is the dream, the dream is Pacifica, and she is wearing an old school jersey for football.
I suppose you’re the opposite then?” comes the words out of her double.
"Yeah – I’d imagine in the nickel and dime theaters they would have one of us wearing an evil mustache and an imperial dagger of sorts” Lenny quips.
There is nothing except the water and the endless time that has no measurement.
"You know I’m with my boyfriend – I could always bring you to him. We could talk” the double says, attempting to fill in the spaces.
"No” Lenny says, grabbing more rocks from her feet and starts to throw them into the water. There is that plunking noise “Tell me this o double of mine – is it better on the other side? Have I become a private eye?”
The double even has her habit of running the hand through the hair. “No – I’m a painter in Alphabet District. Father even comes. I’m going to have a display to help the orphans in Cardassia."
Lenny stops throwing the rocks. “So you never went there?”
“No – I’ve stayed in the Federation all my life. I do have friends who fought in the War though.” She commented, stepping out of the surf. “You should really get out of the water…”
“It’s Lenny Askari” Lenny says. “…and you must be Charlene I assume?”
“No – Charlotte Lee. Are you always this blunt?” asks Charlotte the double.
"Most of the time” Lenny utters. She gets out of the surf because it’s getting boring. “You know – I just want to meet a double that is a private investigator – just once! Maybe I can do a change in a hard boiled city in a hard boiled town.”
“What is with you and being a private investigator?”Charlotte has this face.
“Well – it gives credence to my name – not my given. It gets me where I want to go. I can definitely say that being a private eye would be lovely."
...
A fog hits
...
Lenny Askari suddenly awoke in her bed. “Great” she mutters– “At least I could have more time with her.”
