Synopsis:\u00a0Written for a friend who took up the challenge that she was issued and found that she could weave wonderful stories.
\nRating:\u00a0G
\nWord Count: 1,150<\/p>\n
\u2026For Karen Fedderly, for being daring and accepting the challenge of writing a story<\/p>\n
One that was truly enjoyed<\/p>\n
All my life’s a circle, Sunrise and sundown<\/p>\n
Moon rolls thru the night-time, Till the daybreak comes around.
\nAll my life’s a circle, but I can’t tell you why
\nSeason’s spinning round again, The years keep rollin’ by.
\n(From the song by Harry Chapin)<\/p>\n
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All My Life\u2019s A Circle<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n “Bye, Pa. See you later on.” Joe called as he ran from the house towards the barn with break neck speed.<\/p>\n “JOSEPH! Walk don\u2019t run,” chastised Ben. When he saw that his request had fallen on deaf ear he through his hands up in defeat. “I may as well talk to myself.”<\/p>\n “Was that Joe racing through here?” Hoss asked and scratched his head. “Cain\u2019t recall a time when I\u2019ve ever seen him move so dadburn fast.”<\/p>\n “That was our little brother,” affirmed Adam. He held his fork laden with food in mid air as he spoke. “I don\u2019t think he even tasted his breakfast this morning. Inhaled would best describe how he ate.” When he finished speaking he saw the look that his father was giving him and cocked his head to one side. It was then that he realised that his fork had been blissfully discarding food as his hands had moved in his animated discussion. “Sorry, Pa.” Adam said as he cleared his throat in embarrassment.<\/p>\n “C\u2019mon Cochise we have to move.” Joe urged and gently pressed his heels into his horse. At the familiar mention of his name Cochise\u2019s ears pricked forward and he responded willingly to his rider\u2019s request.<\/p>\n “I\u2019m sorry I\u2019m late,” Joe apologised as he reined Cochise to a halt and dismounted. He stood for a moment his eyes fixed on the woman he loved so dearly. Her beauty was beyond compare. Her eyes danced as she let the warm Spring breeze play with her hair as it glistened in the sun. “Have you been waiting long, Karen?”<\/p>\n “No, not long at all,” Karen replied, her voice like a nightingale and sweet as a mountain spring. She flicked an annoying piece of hair away from her eyes and beckoned Joe to follow her. “Did you have any problems getting away from your family this morning?”<\/p>\n “I didn\u2019t come here to talk about my family, I came to be with you. Now would you indulge me.” There was a hint of mischief in his voice as he smiled and pulled Karen close to him. “Much better.” He added while he caressed her soft skin and ran his index finger over her blood red lips.<\/p>\n As their lips met it was as if they were one, time stood still and the world was theirs to do with what they wanted. Their hearts were filled with love \u2013 longing and yearning for each other. Exhilarated by the passion that they had shared, Karen reached forward and brushed one of Joe\u2019s wayward curls aside.<\/p>\n “I\u2019ve loved you from the first time I saw you,” she began and paused as she gathered the strength to tell him what was in her heart. “With the wind blowing softly through your hair, I wanted you mine from that very first moment.” She pressed two of her fingers to his pursed lips silently asking to him to be quiet. “You\u2019re my lover, my companion and a dear friend our future\u2019s together just me and you. I can\u2019t face each day without you. The way you look at me with your eyes of emerald green, the way they sparkle like the mountain dew. When you first smiled at me my doubts and fears miraculously disappeared. It was then that I knew you wanted the same as I did.”<\/p>\n Joe gently removed her fingers from his mouth and delicately kissed them. “Karen, from the moment I saw you I felt the same. My heart is yours forever.”<\/p>\n For the second time they melted into each other\u2019s arms \u2013 softly, shyly their lips met. Tenderly at first, then filled with the passion that neither could contain they were once more lost in a lovers\u2019 embrace.<\/p>\n “Do you think we should tell your family about us?” Karen tentatively asked when finally, they pulled apart.<\/p>\n “I think they already know. Well at least I\u2019m sure Pa does.”<\/p>\n “Oh?” She asked, a hint of intrigue in her voice.<\/p>\n Joe grinned and laughed as he ran his fingers through her hair. “Last time when Pa called me in to see him it was just after I returned from seeing you. I didn\u2019t think about it at first when he started to sniff and asked where I had been. I\u2019d forgotten to change my shirt before going to see him and the scent of your perfume was still with me.”<\/p>\n “Did he mind?”<\/p>\n “No. Well at least he didn\u2019t seem to \u2013 all he did was nod his head and smile. I guess he was pleased that one of his sons had finally thought about settling down.” Joe paused and took Karen\u2019s hand in his. “Would you like to come with me and meet my family?”<\/p>\n “Joe, I\u2019ve watched your family from afar and have loved each one of them in their own special way. I\u2019m happy to have our rendezvous and keep things the way they are. I hope that you don\u2019t think ill of me, but I\u2019ve seen what happens to any woman who gets to close to a Cartwright male.”<\/p>\n Joe ran his hand across his face and looked perplexed. He thought back at all the seemingly doom fated relationships that his brothers and father had endured. All had ended in tragedy with their loves lost to another man or to the grim hand of death. “Are you saying that my family is\u00a0cursed<\/em>\u00a0when it comes to women?” he finally asked not sure if he wanted to hear the answer.<\/p>\n “In short, my love \u2013 yes.” She leaned forward and shared one last tender kiss, before she turned and as silently as she had arrived, she disappeared.<\/p>\n Karen reached with her arms outstretched in supplication to the silver moon that lit the evening sky. The stars danced in the heavens like a myriad of tiny diamonds on display. “I looked at the moon up in the sky, and fell in love with you, my heart and I, you took my hand, you breathed my name and now I know my life will never be the same. I\u2019ll see you next time in my dreams, Little Joe Cartwright.”<\/p>\n I found you a thousand times I guess you done the same THE END<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Synopsis: Written for a friend who took up the challenge that she was issued and found that she could weave wonderful stories.
\nBut then we lose each other; It’s like children’s game
\nAs I find you here again, A thought runs through my mind
\nOur love is like a circle, Let’s go ’round one more time.<\/p>\n
\nRating: G
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