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Refugee
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Here's a little more. I should've added it to the previous chapter.
Nighty night all.
Disclaimer - yeah yeah. Its all poo--poo.
Gioia opened her eyes, thinking to herself that she had blacked out more times in the past few weeks than she had in her lifetime. An instant later she bolted upright and looked around.
She was back in her hotel room in Rio, lying on her queen-sized bed. Her heart was thumping wildly as she tried to gather her thoughts. She leapt from the bed and turned on the television. She clicked on CNN and checked the date. It was the morning after the U2 concert. She sat dejectedly on the bed and stared into space.
Of course. What did she expect? That she had actually been gone a month? She wouldn’t have been in the same room, since it was only reserved for one night. And, of course, if she had disappeared for a month, her family would’ve been looking for her.
A news story caught her attention.
“U2 frontman and activist known as Bono had been abducted by a local political group at last night’s sold out concert. He was found last night a few hours after the abduction, unharmed. He was found unconscious on the ground a few feet from an unhitched trailer. He safely returned to his hotel after a brief interrogation. Bono and the boys of U2 flew out of Rio first thing this morning, returning to their native Ireland. There were no further comments from the U2 camp”.
Gioia stared unblinking at the screen.
And there was no comment about a woman who was abducted along with him. Was it possible that she had heard this news report last night after the concert and had a long, deeply detailed dream about it?
She thought about this for a half second NO!!! It was real. It had felt so real! She remembered everyday she had spent with Bono. The conversations, the embraces, the passionate kisses that took her breath away only last night! LAST NIGHT!! It had to be real. God please! It was real. It was!
She kept repeating that mantra over and over in her mind. She wrapped her arms around her knees and sobbed her breaking heart. She curled up onto her side and cried. It would be many hours before her tears would be spent and she would numbly prepare herself for her flight back home.
Not much better I know...but its the definite end to the chapter. 
Ciao til tomorrow!
Here's a little more. I should've added it to the previous chapter.
Nighty night all.
Disclaimer - yeah yeah. Its all poo--poo.
Gioia opened her eyes, thinking to herself that she had blacked out more times in the past few weeks than she had in her lifetime. An instant later she bolted upright and looked around.
She was back in her hotel room in Rio, lying on her queen-sized bed. Her heart was thumping wildly as she tried to gather her thoughts. She leapt from the bed and turned on the television. She clicked on CNN and checked the date. It was the morning after the U2 concert. She sat dejectedly on the bed and stared into space.
Of course. What did she expect? That she had actually been gone a month? She wouldn’t have been in the same room, since it was only reserved for one night. And, of course, if she had disappeared for a month, her family would’ve been looking for her.
A news story caught her attention.
“U2 frontman and activist known as Bono had been abducted by a local political group at last night’s sold out concert. He was found last night a few hours after the abduction, unharmed. He was found unconscious on the ground a few feet from an unhitched trailer. He safely returned to his hotel after a brief interrogation. Bono and the boys of U2 flew out of Rio first thing this morning, returning to their native Ireland. There were no further comments from the U2 camp”.
Gioia stared unblinking at the screen.
And there was no comment about a woman who was abducted along with him. Was it possible that she had heard this news report last night after the concert and had a long, deeply detailed dream about it?
She thought about this for a half second NO!!! It was real. It had felt so real! She remembered everyday she had spent with Bono. The conversations, the embraces, the passionate kisses that took her breath away only last night! LAST NIGHT!! It had to be real. God please! It was real. It was!
She kept repeating that mantra over and over in her mind. She wrapped her arms around her knees and sobbed her breaking heart. She curled up onto her side and cried. It would be many hours before her tears would be spent and she would numbly prepare herself for her flight back home.
Not much better I know...but its the definite end to the chapter. Ciao til tomorrow!
This is too much!
