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by Denise Alicea
Book Length: 24 pages
Publisher:Book Baby (self published)
Mira did not know what she had in store the day she fell asleep while wanting to escape her current situation. Overcoming a death from someone so close and burying herself in school and an internship has kept her somewhat awake and alive. An admiration for the actor, James Dean was all that kept the memory of her father alive. If she couldn’t be with her father, she could at least remember what they shared an admiration for together. She always wanted to meet James Dean… she didn’t know it would come true. Be careful what you wish for. It may just come true.
About this author
Born in Manhattan, New York and raised in Connecticut, I found that I was more interested in what went on in the past, than in the future. This makes me a huge history buff. I’ve always enjoyed reading books starting from ancient history, fantasy, science fiction, poetry, and of course romance. I also loved the arts so my first love was once drawing and painting until I found a new medium that would inspire me to try something new.
What led me to write? I started to write poetry when I fifteen years old. This was all due to a family member sending me a poem that she had written and sparked a fire that has never gone out. I began to write my heart out and went from writing poetry to my own stories. I love to write with a bit of everything from romance, humor, and of course adventure. Everything inspires me from art, people, and music
My life couldn’t be more complete. As we reached the apartments, I slowly got off the bike, surprised at myself that I had done this. Ordinarily, I’d never get on a motorcycle. James leaned over and caressed my cheek. Before I could open my mouth to tell him what was to happen to him, he gave me a quick peck on the lips. I couldn’t let James walk away, not now.
Something in me grasped his wrist; my breath caught in my throat. I no longer cared about the rain. I must have looked like a drowned rat to him. “I have to tell you something,” I blurted as I waited for his reaction.
James smiled, then chuckled as he caressed my face. The rain was preventing me from seeing clearly. “Sweetheart, it’s raining and you’re soaked. I hope this is important.” Pulling him toward me, I faced him. I could change history. I could have him live out his life as he was meant to. If I couldn’t save my father, I could save him.
“In the future, when you become famous, please be careful. Remember this: there will be a day that you are off to a race. You will not see a car until it’s too late. James, please promise me. It could mean your life.” I must have sounded like a complete and total idiot to him. Geez! I think I watched Back To The Future too many times. I sounded like Marty talking to the professor about his impending death.
Chuckling, he shook his head, expelling the rain off his head and onto me. Laughter erupted between us as I covered my face. He then cupped my face, kissed my forehead. “Are you sure you’re not an angel? I cannot promise anything, but baby, I can promise I’ll see you tomorrow. I’ll pick you up here and you can ditch your responsibilities. Ride with me.”
Sighing, now I knew how all those girls felt when they looked at him. What an offer that would be. Ditch school to ride with the man who was loved by so many. I was determined he’d listen to me. Gripping his hands from my face, I gazed into his eyes. “I’m serious!”
Before I could utter another word, his lips descended on mine. My body went toward him and melted. I couldn’t help but respond as I brought him closer. I was lost in his warm lips as they caressed mine. Lingering near my lips, he breathed, “I know you are.” Then, winking as he kissed me again, smiling that beautiful smile of his, “How else can my angel guard me if she isn’t with me?”
I have never understood the whole scream and yell, throw your bra, pass out crazy that some girls get for celebs... mostly musicians, like the Beatles or Elvis or anyone. But I could almost get it for James Dean. He was cool. Still wouldn’t do the whole scream and throw my bra or pass out thing, but I would probably hyperventilate.
This story is about grief, James Dean, and learning to live again after loss. This is a very short story about a shared love of James Dean between a father and daughter. After her father dies the daughter is left with school, work, and memories of James Dean until a fateful night when James Dean reminds her that there is more to life than work.
I give this story 3.5 out of 5 clouds. I would have liked more depth. It was remarkable for the length, but I felt like I didn’t get everything I could have if it had been just a little longer.
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