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       She Was Midnight Blue and Cherry Red ( Col & Stansfield ) 
   DIR By: Maggie Flannery
       Date: July 12, 2023, 7:54 pm
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       Hey there! Figured I'd post it over here for old time's sake.
       :-) I've missed the place desperately lately.
       "One hour and thirty-five minutes...Jesus. Never said I'd do
       this."
       'Well. There's a million and one things you said you would never
       do, Normy ol' chum. Committing to that lovely lady inside the
       house on 102 Bayberry Lane was one of them and you did that.'
       Edging the nose end of the impossibly practical Ford he was
       issued into the adjoining garage. It was a sprawling place that
       hadn't been more than a farmhouse when they'd bought it back in
       '80 just after she'd gotten the teaching job at the Sloughbridge
       Academy and he had made detective. Sure she had been the only
       member on staff that wasn't going grey and he was the only guy
       in the department that actively looked forward to going home to
       his wife. Four bedrooms two baths and a finished basement with a
       fully stocked bar. An in ground pool in the back with a garden
       oasis and a damn koi pond. Colleen Stansfield nee Murphy had a
       way of getting things done. He had been gone on a stakeout for
       two days and he'd come home to her digging the pond out by hand
       by herself with a shovel wearing overalls four sizes too big and
       one of his ribbed white undershirts. Long dark hair had been
       plopped into a bun on top of her head and she was covered with
       dirt and jabbering away about Koi breeds and frogs and all sorts
       of plants she had planned. The second stakeout he'd come back to
       a fully constructed greenhouse. His wife certainly had vision
       and drive and they never lacked fresh food thanks to her
       scatterbrained ideas.
       "You came into my life like a fucking bullet."
       Grabbing his suit coat and his wallet from the dash he felt
       something fall out of the pocket near his foot. The pills. Mr.
       John Smith's Librium to be exact. Prescribed by Dr. Schlafen.
       Two totally fictitious  people to get his grubby little hands on
       a thing that helped him keep it all together. Another bullet in
       his life, each one of them. He'd never touched anything heavier
       than Col's home grown hippie lettuce until he'd gotten in with
       the big heavies at the DEA. First he needed something to keep
       himself up. Then bring him down. That's where Col' and her stash
       came in. But now...now this. Just during work hours, to make it
       go fuzzy. Here at home he had a glass of wine or two and enjoyed
       his time with his wife. Here at 102 Bayberry he was just Norm,
       or babe or 'Belly Rubber to the dog and 'Butler' to the cat.
       Throwing the pills into the glove compartment he closed the
       driver's side door and walked up the front walkway. The front
       flower beds had been replanted with Butterfly bushes and
       lavender along with catmint and yarrow. The humidity of the day
       hit him harder here than it had in the city oddly enough. A
       summer storm was looking to roll in.
       Some Lou Gramm song was playing on the stereo as he stepped into
       the front hall. Greeted by two very large mutts he had brought
       home after his shift when he spotted the box. Laurel and Hardy
       were exemplary dogs trained in both home defense and given to
       companionship. The feline of the house sauntered down the stairs
       and appraised him with her pinched face and spring green eyes
       much like her mistress's. Mrs. Danvers was an aptly named
       feline. No sign of aforementioned mistress either yet.
       'Where the hell could she be? I hope she's not stuck again in
       the pantry again.'
       Popping his head into the kitchen she wasn't there either. Then
       smell hit him before he saw the smoke as a low rumble of thunder
       caught his attention. Out on the back deck overlooking the pool
       and koi pond he found her sitting with her legs criss-crossed as
       she sat with her back straight a metal rod, her long dark hair
       piled on top of her head. She must have been out in her studio
       because she wore her usual tank top with paint covered jean
       shorts, barefooted. He noticed that her toes were painted a
       cheery lantern red. Imperial Cherry Red, if he remembered
       correctlyHe smiled and made a mental note to suggest a take out
       for dinner. His world certainly was lived in shades of grey
       until she tumbled into his world a flash of her signature
       colors, midnight blue and cherry red.
       'Or perhaps dinner on the waterfront? She's got a sundress that
       would show off that tan.'
       "Welcome home, Nor."
       She held out a long slender hand to him, offering him the
       handmade pipe she'd made many years ago in her first pottery
       studio.
       "You do know that I'm obligated to report this and most likely
       arrest you."
       A grin spread across her face as she sauntered over to his side
       and kissed his cheek before moving to forehead and then finally
       to his lips leaving a lingering tingle on them. She smelled of
       lavender, chamomile and the spicy heady burnt rope and brown
       sugar of her homegrown.
       "You wouldn't dare and you know it, Stansfield."
       Norman Edward Stansfield was a man who had done some Things in
       his life, as his wife would call it, and many of theme had come
       to regret but marrying her was something he would do a million
       times for a million years until the stars burned out.
       #Post#: 3587--------------------------------------------------
       Re: She Was Midnight Blue and Cherry Red ( Col & Stansfield
       ) 
   DIR By: Wolfy
       Date: August 5, 2023, 6:00 pm
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       Oh, I'm definitely smitten with this piece. I quite like the
       dynamic between Col and Stansfield, never imagined either of our
       girls would be able to handle a man like him but it looks like
       Colly has him wrapped around her little finger! ;) your
       descriptions and attention to detail have always made me find so
       much joy in your writing, by the way [emoji173] everything reads
       so smoothly and the way you tell a story is something I look up
       to regularly [emoji173]
       #Post#: 3588--------------------------------------------------
       Re: She Was Midnight Blue and Cherry Red ( Col & Stansfield
       ) 
   DIR By: Maggie Flannery
       Date: August 6, 2023, 12:45 pm
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       I'm so glad you enjoyed it! I'm honestly surprised too, at the
       dynamic he's most certainly a ticking time bomb and a wounded
       person, She's...well...she's Colleen. Her road is still
       unfolding even after all these years. Thinking of delving deeper
       into the daily lives of these two. Could be interesting. I'm so
       glad! This one I'm actually very proud of as I went back and
       read it myself, just to see how it tracked, and I was surprised
       at myself! I am so honored by you, I adore you my dear and your
       muses! <3
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