The plot is Johann's and I am he! But I must give the credit of all the characters, moving pictures, and literary literature to Tommy my home boy! aka the legend Thomas Harris. Sorry if my English is not so good as I am originally from Sweden but I have had the help of friend and like to use spell check to help edit the mistake in my story. This is my first try but I hope it is good. Please spend some occasion to review and read and mention as I would much like to learn of it.
PARADISE
Scarcely beyond midnight. In the cool grass atop the dark cliffs, Clarice lay back in Hannibal's arms and sighed with pleasure, considering how remarkable and perfect her life was. Reflecting on how blessed she was, like one of the world's greatest lovers. He was the Romeo to her Juliet, the Antony to her Cleopatra, the Kevin to her Britney.
While she mused over her beautiful existence, Hannibal mused over her beautiful features.
Her mysterious face could enchant any man; coupled with her flowing locks which captured the glow of the sunset, and the pair of pale blue orbs, which took his breath away, which, teamed with her flawless ivory complexion and exquisite cheekbones, made her worthy of a king among men.
Yet, a king, he was not. Often, he wondered why such a beauty would fall for such a beast. On the wrong side of forty, when he looked in the mirror, the face staring back was more Danny Devito than Danny Zucco.
But in her eyes, none of this was important. He loved her and she loved him. A mutual passion between two united souls. It seemed that this would last forever.
Little did they know, a storm was beginning to unfold. The only clue they had, was when a drop of cool rain descended from the heavens onto Clarice's angelic face. She grimaced, upset that their momentary hint of paradise had been disturbed, by what was clearly going to be a sudden rain shower.
'We ought to go back' she remarked 'Raindrops keep falling on my head, why does it always rain on me?', gesturing to the bead of rain settled on her nose. Though both were reluctant to leave the cliff top, despite the coming storm.
Hannibal agreed, then arose, turning to assist his sweetheart in rising. As she stood, they both paused briefly to admire the full moon, and the glistening, diamond-like stars that hung gracefully in the ebony sky. Then, amidst the increasingly-heavy downpour, they began a brisk dash back to their log cabin where a warm fire was awaiting them.