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Paradise found in a vivid colorful world under clear blue tropical waters. Serenades from a hot young musician’s guitar transport me to outermost galaxies. A hold is put on love consummated by outlandish deals crosscutting underground drug dealers, prescription and otherwise, international intrigue, all under the auspices Big Brother’s ever watchful eye. How to distinguish between coincidence and intricate connectivity?

Paradise found in a vivid colorful world under clear blue tropical waters. Sea Turtles and bright fish my dive buddies. Serenity delivered by a hot young musician’s guitar serenade. His amazing soul carries me to outermost galaxies. Is it love or just my imagination? Or is it duty with deals so far out of Middle America’s comprehension cut everyday to preserve world order and keep the underground afloat. Love delayed so long, faith is tested. Now there are 2 young musicians. What’s a girl to do? Caught between self-interest sword rattling by some using national security industry as a decoy making Big Brother’s ever watchful eyes cross. A placid Pacific, until climate changes turn the tide bringing winter waves, currents and surf so strong that once out to sea there may be no return. How does one distinguish between coincidence and an intricate connection between undercurrents among traditional island income sources and international commerce in white capped mountains overlain by ice that ain’t glaciers or snow?

Time moves on. The body can’t do what it used to do. Health concerns, mine, my mother’s, my father’s. Choices necessitated by ability to pay the bills, take care of self and others. What do you mean multiple insurance streams don’t actually provide medical treatment? How did a simple apparent ankle sprain devolve into life in a wheelchair trapped in a tower? In my darkest hour, lessons learned in childhood about age-old truths and diversion of pretending to save the world while watching the news on WTFN keeps me hanging on by a torn ligament. The world crashing in on my soul like a tidal wave tossing me around in the sea. I’m caught in a Tsunami. Wave after wave after wave with no way back to shore. Or is there?

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COVER IDEAS
Set on a night starry scene like the Hubble telescope cartwheel galaxy background, is a Hurricane image like on the weather channel maps) pushing a tidal wave contained in a series of “Russian Doll” smaller hearts with a music stanza running through it in a whirlwind fashion with a guitarist in the center singing from stage to a woman sitting and listening 10 feet away.. I am open to other ideas.

1000 word Tease
Jack and I are diving. We’re swimming together, matching our motion to the ocean. Kicking when the surge is going our way, floating above an amazingly beautiful reef when the water goes the other way. My gaze is fixated on the purples, pink, oranges, and a few smaller bright red crown-like corals that encrust the underwater canyon walls. It’s like flowers lining a Monet Painting. Bright fish surround us decked out in every color — translucent yellow, fluorescent royal blue polka dots, oranges and yellows so vivid, so vibrant there no flower garden compares. Huge waves crash only a few feet over our heads onto sharp pointy rocks that erupt through the water surface. It’s like an underwater peaky Swiss Alps scene, with only the uppermost tips breaking the surface. When you’re on the boat it looks like the peak of the Matterhorn.

We swim to the closet. Our name for a little coral dugout in the canyon wall where lobster love to hang out safely out of reach watching what swims by. Turtles use it to bunk up for the night too. Every so often, sharks buzz by. Usually it’s just a nurse shark. Nurse sharks appear scary, but really are in the ray family. They doesn’t even have pointy teeth. Theirs are more like saws designed to cut through lobster and crab shells. They pretty much leave people alone, except if you pull their tail. But then if you pull my pigtails, you’re prolly gonna get a reaction too.
Just like when the school bully walks into the room, when those sharks pop in looking for tonight’s dinner, everything ducks and tucks backwards into openings in the coral or under rocks. Only an unlucky few get caught not paying attention. The rest pop back out about 5 minutes after the sharks leave the scene. Somehow they know. They must pick up the energy, or the movement.

The same way, lobster also seem to know when we’ve got our snares along. They disappear. The little guys must pick up on our energy. Usually they peer out at us from under their colorful ledges watching us looking at them. Until we get a little too close. Then they bolt. Pfft. They are gone. They tuck their tails under themselves and snap backwards closing like a clamshell. Except these guys jet backwards and bounce 20, 40 even 80 feet in a single bound…

I wake up in the hospital. Not one but 2 beautiful amazing men watching over me. Both turn their backs on me to show how upset they are for my sitting on the fence for so long.
ME: You both are amazing. Please don’t be mad at me. What the hell happened? Last thing I remember I swam out to join Splash and my lil turtle buddy was bumping my butt to the surface. Then I kicked out that last ligament on my right leg. Dammit. How did I get here? How did you get here? Who’s playing your gigs?
They both turn away from me, look at each other shake their heads.
Raf: You can have her. I’m done
Raag: No you take her. I can’t deal with this back and forth anymore. This is sheer madness.
ME: Really? After all this you both gonna just walk away? Ok. Go. GO. I yell as they both walk out the door.
Raf, waiting 7 minutes comes back in and says, Sorry, but that was the best way to get rid of him.
ME: You Jack-ASS. I can’t believe you just did that to me when I’m laying here half dead.
Raag: 5 minutes later comes in shaking his head. I knew you’d pull this. Are you two ever going to stop your ridiculous fighting and just do this already?
Raf and I just look at each other.
I look at Raag looking at me.
Raag says: Well? In or out, cuz the next time I walk out the door I’m not walking back in.
Raf: Good luck with that. I’ve been saying that for many moons now.
Raag: Well do something about it. Put us all out of our misery. F this. No one has done anything to hurt anyone here. Let’s just all be friends, play music and get drunk
ME: You guys stop messing with me. You make my head hurt. And please not another mission. Hey wait. I have an idea. Maybe… Let me make a call.
ME on the phone: Look that yacht is just gonna sit there until the Auction. Don’t you think we earned a couple months floating between beaches. On the Ice Queen.
VOICE on the other End: No they won’t go for that.
ME: Come on. Remember that lead we had a few weeks ago? Send us out on a multi-island surveillance detail. Certainly all of us involved, knowingly or not, should be able to use those toys before they’re sold for pennies on the dollar at police auction. What better cover than that?
Can we please? Please? Please? After everything that we’ve been through give us that.