Back to the DeLorean (standard:non fiction, 2071 words)
Author: Dianne	Added: Jul 22 2004	Views/Reads: 3090/2097	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
This is a true story, inspired from a wonderful experience in my life many years ago. Check out Ian's story ' The De Lorean '. (Page 4 !) My story inspired him to write this story ! His is somewhat of a sci-fic ! It's a great read !

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Dee Dee cooked dinner that night. She made spaghetti with all the
trimmings because she knew this was a favorite of both her Aunt Rene’s 
and Joey’s. The three of them sat down for dinner and Joey was pleased 
to meet Aunt Rene, who he had also heard so much about. Her Aunt Rene 
usually retired early, so Dee Dee took Joey to see her bedroom before 
she went to bed. The bed, dresser and chest of drawers were very tall, 
about six feet high. And in the three-way corner there was a dressing 
table with a full-length mirror on all three sides. 

Joey was amazed, to say the least, as Dee Dee showed him around the
house. There were antiques everywhere. In the living room there was a 
huge fireplace, beautiful shiny hardwood floors and a Lincoln Bed. Joey 
had never seen one of these. It stood tall, almost up to the ceiling 
and it had a big mirror on the front. And, there was a place to step up 
on and grab the top of the thing and pull it down into a bed. It was an 
amazing sight. The furniture in that room was Japanese style; black and 
shiny with mother of pearl inlay.  In the dining room there was a huge 
dining table that could sit ten people easily. There was an awesome 
mural on the long wall, and the tall china cabinet was filled with 
sparkling china and crystal. Joey’s jaw dropped lower and lower as they 
went in room after room.  He had never before seen so many different 
kinds of furniture and such. 

The Den was a very interesting room, in that there was a huge glass
cabinet filled with beautiful dolls. Each one was a collector’s item. 
Aunt Rene had been collecting them for years. Dee Dee told Joey how she 
used to stand there with her Auntie marveling at the way she took each 
one out of the box and stroked its hair, still in awe of her own dolls. 
Aunt Rene had often talked about how poor her family was, and the fact 
that she had never seen real dolls until she had left home as a 
teenager and moved away to the city. It was at this point that she 
decided that she was going to have the most awesome collection of dolls 
her family members had ever seen. 

Also in the den were four sliding glass doors, which led out onto a
beautiful rock patio, which had the most unique patio furniture Joey 
had ever seen. And beyond the gate there was an incredible garden, 
which was a site to behold, even in the dark. A teahouse, with a little 
porch on it, stood in the middle of flowers of every kind and there was 
a pathway that led through to where there was a rock pond filled with 
huge goldfish. And there were rock formations and statues, and some 
things that, to Joey, were completely unidentifiable. Dee Dee explained 
that Aunt Rene had had her Japanese friends come over and landscape. 
Though actually, she had been the boss and she had let them know that, 
as well as letting them know what and where to put every single thing. 
And the garden was all around on the hillside for everyone to see. 

Dee Dee had told Joey all along that there was yet another surprise in
store for him. At this point he could not even imagine what it could 
be. In all actuality, Dee Dee was in for a surprise herself. Her Aunt 
Rene had told her about it, but she had not seen it yet. They both went 
to look out into the four-car garage. There was only one car there. The 
rest was stacked to the ceiling with antiques, and perhaps what some 
folks would call junk, but not to Aunt Rene. Every piece was special, 
in some way, to her. Also there was a car, so wrapped up that you could 
barely see that it was a car. It had many ropes that went around and 
around and were tied in all sorts of knots. Aunt Rene had told her 
about the car. She had said that it belonged to her daughter’s 
boyfriend, who was from Russia. Dee Dee thought Russia! Just the sound 
of that word made her cringe. She had met him once however, a long time 
ago. He was tall, dark and handsome, and the talk was that he was, to 
say the least, very wealthy. 

Dee Dee and Joey decided to go in the indoor garden, which had a huge
iron gate with a lock on it, so they, of course, felt very safe. As 
they continued to drink the wine that they had started at dinnertime, 
they watched the fountain spraying down on the plants and flowers. The 
water sparkled like diamonds as it came down from the strange, beast 
like, ceramic figure, which hung from the rock wall. 

Dee Dee and Joey were the best of friends and he was like a brother to
her, perhaps like the brother she had never had. But to him, she was 
like a mother figure, even though she was much younger than his mother. 
As they were drinking their wine, they laughed a lot, as they usually 
did when they got together. They both had a way of getting each other 
into a frenzy of crazy laughter. They giggled and laughed to the point 
of sometimes loosing their breath. It was sort of like a contest to see 
which one could get the other laughing the most, not about anything 
that would make any sense to anyone else, but both just being silly, 
and having a great time... 

All of a sudden I woke and jumped up out of bed, and before I knew it, I
was searching for my little red address book that was stuffed full of 
addresses and photos that I had kept for many years. I was hoping to 
find the pictures, the ones that were now just in my head. 

Yes! There they were, all three of them that my friend Joey and I had
taken that night.  Wait! I thought, as I stumbled around the room, 
realizing that I had had not just a dream but a also a flashback from 
my past. Oh, Wow! I thought, as I looked at the first picture. It was 
one that Joey and I had taken of ourselves, holding his camera up and 
as far out as we could. It was one of the ones that develop right 
before your eyes. Then there was another one of Joey sitting inside the 
shiny, silver car! This was truly a sight to behold. The last one was 
of me, sitting, posing somewhat like a movie star, with my head propped 
up on my hand, and my body spread out on the hood of the most amazing, 
awesome car the two of us had ever seen. I had felt like a movie star 
that night; after all not many people have seen a DeLorean, except on 
the movie, Back to the Future! 

I thought about my friend’s story again. And thought perhaps his story
had jogged my memory, giving me the flashback/dream. I read his story 
once again, wondering if he might like to read my story... 

Postscript:  He did. 


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