Excerpt from "The Creed Of Greed" by seviL doG

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Myra was waiting silently contemplating her reunion with Clem. “I wonder if he ever thought about me?” as her thoughts pondered the past and the events leading up to her family’s exodus from Russia to the Chezc republic. Clem had risen from his seat on the airplane to use the washroom. He clamored through the isle with his overnight case and entered and locked the door. Staring at the graying hair and deepening lines across his forehead in the mirror he opened his case and pulled out the toothbrush and toiletries he brought to freshen up. The plane would be landing in another 40 minutes and he wanted to be presentable for his love. His mind wandered to the past as he toiled with his looks. His feelings of guilt weighed heavy on his soul. “I’m sorry Myra” played over and over in his mind.

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Clem and Myra in the Past:

 The noontime sun was high in the sky as she walked briskly across the street from the bakery. She looked right then left to make sure no cars were coming and stepped off the curb. A powerful arm grasped hers and yanked her back to the curb as a truck immediately gunned its engine and pulled right in front of her as it turned the corner and traversing part of the sidewalk. “Ugh! She whimpered and caught her breath as the strange man turned her and pulled her close to avoid the crushing tires. He’d placed himself between the truck and her. The side of the front bumper brushed his legs almost toppling him over backwards. He held tightly and used the weight of her body to stay upright.

As the truck passed the young woman responded, “Oh my, thank you. You saved my life”.  Myra expressed her words short of breath and visibly shaken. The blood had rushed from her face and her eyes were wide and glazed over with shock. Clem looked despondently into her eyes and lost himself to the moment. He brushed the hair from her face and continued to hold her close. Mesmerized by her beauty he bent slowly towards her and kissed her lightly across the lips. She responded to her savior and kissed him back. Her face flushed red with desire and she pulled back apparently embarrassed by her behavior. “I’m sorry, please don’t” she whispered. Clem continued to hold her and responded back, 
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