This is kind of a prologue to my story...if that makes any sense. Count it as chapter one, count it as whatever you want.
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Clarice was tired. She was very thankful that it was Friday. Jack Crawford had been invited to some sort banquet and needed a 'date'. He asked Clarice, knowing that she'd most likely accept. She'd gladly accepted, desperate for any chance to get out of her home. It seemed no matter where she turned, bhe/b was there. She couldn't get away from him. Several long months had passed since that night at Krendler's lake house. Work was becoming more routine than it had been. People didn't whisper about her quite as much when she walked down the hall now. Though she knew things would never return to normal as she wished, they could definately be easier.
Although Clarice was very tired, she certainly didn't show it. She wore a stunning dark blue dress that brought out the color of her eyes. Her auburn hair was piled gracefully atop her head. Clarice placed the sapphire earrings in her ears and stepped back to admire herself in the mirror. "Not that bad," she mumbled to herself.
Clarice walked into her living room, impatiently waiting on Jack to arrive. She hated these 'black-tie affairs' and couldn't remember the last one she'd been to. She decided to turn on the radio and check the weather. Perhaps she'd need a coat or an umbrella. Dr. Lecter was always willing to lend his coat or umbrella. "Enough!" she shouted at herself. "Enough with all of this. He is out of my life now, he is out of my life forever." Saying it out loud was one thing, but actually believing it and liking it was another entirely. Clarice vehemently shook her head, trying to dispose of all thoughts of him. Tonight, he was not going to interfere with her good time, she decided. Maybe tomorrow night, but not tonight. Tonight, she was going to go out with Jack and have a wonderful time. Relax and enjoy it, get her mind off things..or so she thought.
Sorry it's so short, but I have to kind of get my creative genius (haha...yeah) back into swing before I can write lots again. So tell me, is it worth continuing?
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Clarice was tired. She was very thankful that it was Friday. Jack Crawford had been invited to some sort banquet and needed a 'date'. He asked Clarice, knowing that she'd most likely accept. She'd gladly accepted, desperate for any chance to get out of her home. It seemed no matter where she turned, bhe/b was there. She couldn't get away from him. Several long months had passed since that night at Krendler's lake house. Work was becoming more routine than it had been. People didn't whisper about her quite as much when she walked down the hall now. Though she knew things would never return to normal as she wished, they could definately be easier.
Although Clarice was very tired, she certainly didn't show it. She wore a stunning dark blue dress that brought out the color of her eyes. Her auburn hair was piled gracefully atop her head. Clarice placed the sapphire earrings in her ears and stepped back to admire herself in the mirror. "Not that bad," she mumbled to herself.
Clarice walked into her living room, impatiently waiting on Jack to arrive. She hated these 'black-tie affairs' and couldn't remember the last one she'd been to. She decided to turn on the radio and check the weather. Perhaps she'd need a coat or an umbrella. Dr. Lecter was always willing to lend his coat or umbrella. "Enough!" she shouted at herself. "Enough with all of this. He is out of my life now, he is out of my life forever." Saying it out loud was one thing, but actually believing it and liking it was another entirely. Clarice vehemently shook her head, trying to dispose of all thoughts of him. Tonight, he was not going to interfere with her good time, she decided. Maybe tomorrow night, but not tonight. Tonight, she was going to go out with Jack and have a wonderful time. Relax and enjoy it, get her mind off things..or so she thought.
Sorry it's so short, but I have to kind of get my creative genius (haha...yeah) back into swing before I can write lots again. So tell me, is it worth continuing?