Blog Entry #11

       They were reunited at last.  One body, one mind, and in love again.  For the time being, it didn't matter when they disagreed.  Everything was going great.  Until the police found the charred remains of his body under Castle Apartments.  The newspaper headlines the day after told of the underground lair of a madman bent on ruling the world.


How could he have done this to me? 


Was it real?


What now?


       The day after started with a sizzle, literally.  Shaniqua Washington King was back in the kitchen, frying hashbrowns for ungrateful customers.  She was back in her apartment and had a job.  Square 1, but she was in the game.

Blog Entry #10

       After hesitating in the hall for just a minute, Shaniqua finally summed up the courage to knock on Room 209.  Judas opened the door immediately, ushering her into the one chair.  He sat on the edge of the bed.  "So what have you decided?" he asked.  "I'm willing to try again," she replied.  "When do you want to start? he prodded.  "Right now."

Blog Entry #9

       Their honeymoon had been in Cancun, ending 15 years from last Wednesday.  The pair was madly in love, but it was apparent they were going to have problems from the start.  They had begun to argue about how they would support a family, which both had wanted.  Had.  Regardless of the bickering that began that week, it was still the happiest week of Shaniqua's life.

       Shaniqua thoughtfully chewed her waffle.  Looking around her old workplace, she noticed a happy loooking couple, Kindra and Andy sitting in the corner.  That is what Shaniqua wanted again.  But at what cost.  Shaniqua and Judas's relationship would be far from perfect if they got back together.  She still hadn't made up her mind.

Blog Entry #8

       The pair stood in the doorway to Shaniqua's Motel room staring at the ground, both hoping the other would speak first for what seemed like hours.  Maybe it was.  Shaniqua spoke first. "What do you want?" she asked.  "Another chance," he replied.  "It's over, Judas."  "Listen, I know I made mistakes.  You did too.  But I still love you.  My feelings for you haven't changed," he insisted. "I need time to think," Shaniqua whispered almost to herself.  "Ok baby..." "Don't call me that."  "Alright.  I'm staying down the hall.  209.  Let me know when you make your decision."

       Shaniqua didn't reply, sitting in silence as she watched him walk out.  Glancing at the clock, she noticed it had been hours.  6:30 in the morning.  Shaniqua got back in bed.  The sun rose.  The sun set.  She didn't move.  The gurney and the men in blue came.

       Shaniqua sat up and looked around.  She was in the hospital. A muffled groan came from the bed next to her, from the bed of Christophe Moreau. For 6 hours, the two talked about everything.   Life, politics, and Judas.  As she was escorted out in a wheelchair, Shaniqua realized she had a lot of thinking to do.