Carmen and Carmine

     Carmen and Carmine

     Carmine had no idea the turn his life was about to take, when he woke up that morning. Maybe it was just as well, he probably would have done something foolish if he had.(Jake)

     As he stumbled towards the coffee pot on the counter, eager for that first hit of caffeine, a bright flash of light caught his eye. “What was that?” He wondered.(Pearl)  Without caffeine, coursing through his body, Carmine moved toward the source of the unexplained brilliance.(Beth Ann)  Born and raised in one of the bluest of blue collar cities, Sandusky Ohio, Carmine was inured to fear at a very young age. Italian by birth, and bad-assed by nature.(Jake) Still, what he saw caused him to pause for the moment and think about the night before. And without his morning java, that took a little doing. But, standing there with a Polaroid camera in her hand, was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, in his twenty-eight years on the planet.(Jake) Her long, wavy, brown hair, sparkling in the morning sunrise, twirled out of her face, as she looked down to see if the fresh Polaroid was beginning to dry. Her bright blue eyes peered at the developing image, while she glamorously waved the photograph through the brisk morning air.(Sean)

     “This photo is gonna cost you…A lot!” said Carmen, as she taunted Carmine with the now complete Polaroid. Carmen realized he was sweating, and shivering, all at once. “No one, and I mean NO ONE, can see that evidence.” His mind raced…”What to do, what to do?”(Pearl) Carmen danced around, exuberantly waving the Polaroid, first above her head, then to her side, then behind her back, as if in a Macarena style dance move,– moving farther and farther away from Carmine. With the goods that he so wanted to get his well manicured fingers on!(Beth Ann) “Okay, who are you and how did you get in? And, while we’re at it, what’s with the camera, and, are you carrying anything else I should be concerned about?”  All the while he was wondering how he could get that damn photo.(Jake)

      “Allow me to introduce myself,” she said, ” I am Carmen Vasquez, and as for how did I get in, well, this is America mister Sarconi and dollars are the key to every door.” She smiled and continued, “the camera was for a picture of you, initially. But now that I have seen that map, your picture is much less important to me. Oh, and if I were you, I would be concerned with the gentleman standing behind you! Mister Carmine Sarconi, meet my associate, Pedro Del Orso.” Carmine could feel, no, smell was more like it, the breath of one Pedro Del Orso, who turned out to be one of the largest, human beings he had ever seen. Del Orso had to be 6’10” at least, and somewhere in the vicinity 400 pounds. Dressed in a very old Savile Row suit now nearly threadbare, and at least two sizes too small. “What is wrong with me”, he asked himself. “Have I become lazy, complacent, or just tired? And how can these two, be standing here in my domain?”

     But at the moment there were more important issues to be concerned with, such as the obvious bulge of a shoulder holster, under that far too small jacket Pedro was wearing, the fresh photograph that Ms. Vasquez was holding and  what exactly were their intentions.(Jake)

     If that map was placed in the wrong hands, a lot of good men and women would suffer and/or die. It marked the locations of ‘safe houses’, money stashes, travel document suppliers and the like, that our agents in eastern Europe who find themselves in need of help, could rely on.(Jake)

(Due to lack of participation, this experiment will, reluctantly, be put on hold until further notice, or in other words …to be continued.)

 

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8 Responses to Carmen and Carmine

  1. cdnpearly says:

    As he stumbled towards the coffee pot on the counter, eager for that first hit of caffeine, a bright flash of light caught his eye. “What was that?” he wondered.

  2. Beth Ann says:

    With caffeine coursing through his body, Carmine moved toward the source of the unexplained brilliance.

  3. Sean says:

    Her long, wavy, brown hair, sparkling in the morning sunrise twirled out of her face as she looked down to see if the fresh polaroid was beginning to dry. Her bright blue eyes pieced the developing image while she glamorously waived the photograph through the brisk morning air.

  4. cdnpearly says:

    “This photo is gonna cost you…alot!”, said Carmen as she taunted Carmine with the now complete polaroid. Carmen realized he was sweating and shivering all at once. No one and I mean NO ONE can see that evidence. His mind raced…what to do, what to do…

  5. Beth Ann says:

    Carmen danced around exuberantly, waving the Polaroid first above her head, then to her side, then behind her back as if in a Macarena style dance move–moving further and further away from Carmine with the goods that he so wanted to get his well manicured fingers on!

  6. Beth Ann says:

    Rats, Jake!!! I have not been able to keep up with stuff for a week or so and checked today and saw it was on hold….great start. to a great story!!!!

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