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Authors: Angela Morrison

Tags: #Fiction, #Romance, #Contemporary

Unbroken Connection

Unbroken Connection

Published by Angela Morrison
Mesa, Arizona, USA

Copyright © 2010 Angela Morrison.

All rights reserved under International and Pan-American
Copyright Conventions.

ISBN: 978-1461088523
E-Book ISBN: 978-1-4392-8162-8

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To Holly.

Contents

 

Title Page

Copyright Page

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

AUTHOR’S NOTE

THANK YOU …

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Chapter 1

 

IN SYNC

 

LEESIE’S MOST PRIVATE CHAPBOOK
POEM # 49, WI-FI REVELATION

 

Floating

on the edge

of my perception,

Michael?

Imagined unreality,

but more solid

than this sea

of BYU-blue padded chairs,

laptops balanced

on white folding desks,

hushed bent heads

and scratching pens.

 

Wi-Fi, thick in the air,

pulses with him,

revealing his far away fingers

drumming as he stares at a screen.

Dim light,

noise,

bodies—

 

My psych prof drones,

chairs creak, keys tap—

Twenty more minutes?

No way.

I’ll explode.

 

Pass the handsome blonde guy

beside me a pleading note?

Urgent.

On the other side of the globe,

the guy I love wants me.

Need your laptop. Now.

 

I shouldn’t answer this fruitless vision, should

find out the blonde guy’s name, where

he’s from, what’s his major, where

he served his mission, smile and laugh.

That’s why I’m here, isn’t it?

To forget?

But the more I erase, delete, eradicate—

the tighter my heartstrings twist,

entwining Michael’s shadow

forever on my soul.

 

I gather books, drop one, rise,

bump down a row of knees.

Five hundred eyes

roll my direction.

My prof’s head bobbles back

on his thick red neck.

“Excuse me, Sister—?”

“Hunt. Leesie Hunt.”

“Class isn’t over.”

“I’m sorry. I have to go.

 

My best friend

needs me.”

I’m such a liar.

It’s me.

I need him.

Just give me

one more hit

to ease the pain

of withdrawal.

 

I push through the auditorium door.

It booms a warning behind me.

 

Don’t look back.

Don’t think.

Keep running—I don’t

care if it’s in the wrong direction.

 

Computer—fast.

Barrel out the glassy Kimball Tower entrance.

My dorm? Too far.

He’ll fade into the mists.

Sandstoned pinked library. Hallelujah!

Answered prayer sanctioning

the turmoil in my heart? I hope.

The giant glass atrium

shines like a crystal circus tent.

The doors yield smoothly—

admit me to the airy space.

I turn away from the glossy granite stairs

and the underground addition

hiding deep beneath the quad,

to the old main building,

scurry through security

like a criminal fleeing the scene.

 

The blissful buzz of the, “No Shhhh!” zone

pulls me forward with my nose to the wind,

a hunting she-wolf zeroing in on

an unsuspecting flock of flickering screens.

The sweet smell of electronics overheating

tickles my senses.

Blessed day! A cute guy, with cropped

brown hair and muscles

that remind me of Michael’s,

leaves a computer free.

No line up today.

I whip into the spot, sign on—

 

Thank you, Lord,

for one more miracle:

 

He’s there.

LEESIE HUNT / CHATSPOT LOG / 09/18 12:47 PM

 

 

Leesie327 says:
   
Yes. You’re online. I knew it.
liv2div says:
   
your magic voodoo powers are slipping
Leesie327 says:
   
No way.
liv2div says:
   
if you were really in sync, you would have been here a lot sooner
Leesie327 says:
   
You mean “in tune.” Give me a break. I bolted out of class to get to you in time.
liv2div says:
   
been waiting in this creepy bar staring at the screen going on four hours
Leesie327 says:
   
What time is it? Some time yesterday, right?
liv2div says:
   
tomorrow…coming up on 3 a.m. Saturday morning…I’m back at work again at 8 a.m.
Leesie327 says:
   
You need to go home and get some sleep.
liv2div says:
   
we’re just friends now…you’re not allowed to be bossy
Leesie327 says:
   
Sure I am—bossier. I don’t like you hanging out in a bar.
liv2div says:
   
the internet place closed hours ago
Leesie327 says:
   
Are you drinking?
liv2div says:
   
about seventeen cokes
Leesie327 says:
   
Are you there alone?
liv2div says:
   
I came with Claude…French guy…his dad owns the boat
Leesie327 says:
   
Nice of him to wait for you.
liv2div says:
   
are you kidding? his girlfriend’s out of town…he left with a Thai chick a couple hours back
Leesie327 says:
   
His poor girlfriend.
liv2div says:
   
she’s Thai…expects it.
Leesie327:
   
Are the girls there pretty?
liv2div says:
   
intoxicating
Leesie327 says:
   
I shouldn’t have asked.
liv2div says:
   
why do you think they call this place the Land of Smiles? there’s a chick staring at me like you used to…think I should talk to her?
Leesie327 says:
   
No way. She’s in a bar. That’s not the type of girl you want.
liv2div says:
   
I’m in a bar…what does that make me?
Leesie327 says:
   
An exception.
liv2div says:
   
she looks fourteen…I’m sure she’s not bossy
Leesie327 says:
   
Fourteen? What is she doing in a bar?
liv2div says:
   
the place was packed with them… young, eager…it’s late…most of them left with somebody…this girl is counting on me
Leesie327 says:
   
Sick. Is she a … do you pay?
liv2div says:
   
I don’t pay
Leesie327 says:
   
You mean, you’ve taken one home before?
liv2div says:
   
no…gross, Leese…they’re kids…and paying? that’s a crime…I’m not a saint like you, but I’m not a pervert
Leesie327 says:
   
Sorry. I know you better than that. I’m insanely jealous that you’re surrounded by beautiful girls vying for your attention.
liv2div says:
   
give me some credit…these chicks are in it for the long term…say ‘yes’ once, and you’ve got them for life…they’re out to take you for a lot more than fifty bucks
Leesie327 says:
   
That’s tragic.
liv2div says:
   
just using their assets…Third World reality…sex is their number one industry
Leesie327says:
   
I thought it was whale sharks.
liv2div says:
   
Only in my dreams…you see it all the time here…a really young Thai girl and a silver-haired white guy…Europeans… Americans, too…creeps me out
Leesie327 says:
   
Aren’t there laws to protect them?
liv2div says:
   
It’s getting better…Thailand’s got more money now…I’ve heard the real evil freaks—pedophiles and sex offenders mostly from our depraved country—go to places like Cambodia and Vietnam where parents sell them little boys for a couple hours for a quarter
Leesie327 says:
   
That is so evil. Get out of there, Michael. Right now.
liv2div says:
   
there are no little boys for rent in this bar
Leesie327 says:
   
Are you saying what’s happening there with those girls is okay? Yuck. Besides, I don’t mean the bar. I mean the whole place.
liv2div says:
   
all of Asia? quit my job? I haven’t even really started…we won’t be taking trips out to the Similans until November
Leesie327 says:
   
I hate that you’re so far away.
liv2div says:
   
where do you want me to be?
Leesie327 says:
   
Here.
liv2div says:
   
no diving in Utah, babe
Leesie327 says:
   
I miss you.
liv2div says:
   
you should get a laptop…campus is wired, right? if you’re signed on, we can do this whenever I get back into port
Leesie327 says:
   
What time?
liv2div says:
   
changes…that’s why you need a laptop growing out of your arm.
Leesie327 says:
   
What time this week?
liv2div says:
   
they tell me I’ll be off Friday, around six…that’s 4 a.m. your time
Leesie327 says:
   
What day—my time? Thursday or Saturday?
liv2div says:
   
Friday
Leesie327 says:
   
Hello, I don’t have classes at 4 a.m. I’ll set my alarm, get up, and wait for you to go to a decent internet place. No bars.
liv2div says:
   
but they close…I want to talk to you all night
Leesie327 says:
   
Find a McDonalds.
liv2div says:
   
McDonalds? are you kidding? you should still get a laptop…don’t want me to get bored while you’re in class, do you?
Leesie327 says:
   
I have to pay attention.
liv2div says:
   
double task, babe
Leesie327 says:
   
You’re not allowed to call me that.
liv2div says:
   
you need a laptop, babe
Leesie327 says:
   
Stop it.
liv2div says:
   
you must be the only one on campus without one
Leesie327 says:
   
My roommate laughed when I set up my desktop. My scholarship is just tuition. I need to eat, pay rent—no laptop in my future. I can’t even afford a new t-shirt. I need a new jacket before it gets cold.
liv2div says:
   
What about your suede one? You didn’t throw it out, did you?
Leesie327 says:
   
I can’t bring myself to wear it here…too many memories.
liv2div says:
   
You don’t want to remember me?
Leesie327 says:
   
I keep it on the back of my chair with my grandmother’s sweater.
liv2div says:
   
like I’m dead?
Leesie327 says:
   
Like you’re cherished.
liv2div says:
   
so a laptop, t-shirt, and a new jacket… your parents should help you more
Leesie327 says:
   
You want a lecture on farm economics? It’s a depressing subject.
liv2div says:
   
sorry to pry…I just think it’s stupid you don’t have a decent computer…babe
Leesie327 says:
   
I’m going to have to sign off if you call me that again. It makes me so hungry for you, and you’re so far away, and we’re just friends.
liv2div says:
   
who attacked me at the airport then? I thought it was you
Leesie327 says:
   
Wasn’t that mutual?
liv2div says:
   
you started it…how can we keep up this friends crap after that?
Leesie327 says:
   
What else could I do? I spent all night crying over your dive log. I couldn’t let your lips go so far away without tasting them one more time.
liv2div says:
   
seemed like a lot more than a taste
Leesie327 says:
   
That part was you.
liv2div says:
   
I wanted you to remember me
Leesie327 says:
   
It worked. I’m like craving you.
liv2div says:
   
it felt good…totally right
Leesie327 says:
   
Nothing comes close to kissing you.
liv2div says:
   
freak, Leese…why do we do this to each other?

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