Still More Novel in a Paragraph

A word of explanation: I am writing a novel where short snippets will hopefully tell a story all by themselves but will also combine with other short snippets to reveal a deeper story. Here in my blog, perhaps once a week, I will share a few snippets, but in no sequence or logical order. That part comes much later.
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Missing
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Casey was insatiable.

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”I know you don’t have a lot of time, but I could come say, on a Friday night and leave Sunday morning. A few times a year. And maybe every so often we could meet halfway somewhere.”
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“No!” Catherine laughed. “Once a year!”
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Casey didn’t know she meant it.
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.“Can we compromise?” she asked.
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“No. Come to think of it, maybe just every other year,” Catherine said.
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As the months progressed, there would be a predictable point when Casey cried. She could not understand and she failed to accept that Catherine meant business. She cried more with Catherine than with any other person she had ever known.
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“But Catherine, don't you miss me? If it were up to me I’d want to see you once a month. Why can’t we compromise?”
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“No! I don’t even see my sisters once a year and I love them as much as I love you. You’re too demanding,” she said.
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Somewhere in the halls of ancient history and in the secret land where reality recreates itself, when Catherine told the story fresh, this is how a few times a year became once a month became selfish and finally became never.

Here and There

Throughout the flight Casey turned Catherine’s words over and around, “I miss you already. You are welcome to come here any time,” she’d said.

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The how often and where and why and when they would see one another had finally closed. Casey would come a weekend here, another there, and perhaps once a year they would meet just the two of them. There was no way on that plane heading home that day that Casey could have known this would be the last time they would see one another, that that six months later, these two women knee deep in love for one another would be painted over by a sunlight yellow that according to Catherine would let their toxic ooze escape, once and for all.