Love this one - it's like a five second film, a jumble of very powerful images, each of which contributes to a very telling, yet very subtle moment. The remarkably vivid, very brief descriptions powerfully capture each character. I'm amazed at how well you've represented a little scene.

The most beautiful little turn of phrase is that little "scars on her knees and more on her heart."

Great work! I'm loving your stuff!

So I owe you like a million reviews for this that and the other. I sowwy. Life got really busy (as you can kind of tell with my lack of appearance... anywhere really)

You genuinely have no idea how much I adored this. I initially read it Lindsay, and then when I got to the last line and read Lucy, I was like - right kid, back to the beginning and let's try it again. I think that is what I loved most about it, that I read it as two different stories, with two different backstories, but were effectively the same thing. One person; from a solid and loving background - using everything they had learnt from their parents in creating the exact same environment for their family.

You know for me to go THAT in depth, it was one hell of an epic oneshot.

Loved. IT!

And you!

Miss you, Indiana

(:

Great Story! Love All Of It! I Thought You Were Talking About Lindsay At The First! Loved It Can't Wait For Another Story!

You have so much talent to bring to life all of these words and give us such a lovely picture of life for the Messers. I thought for sure this was about Lindsay and not Lucy, but you stunned me. Its also great to see that the Messers had more children. I'm so happy that she found someone who could love her as deeply as her parents do with each other. It is wonderful to see the tradition of wild Monroe girls being passed down the line.

You should listen to Lady Antebellum more if it inspires you this much!

Favorite lines

"She watched the seven year old giggle as she chased the older children and lead the younger ones, wild curls all in disarray and scraped up knees peaking through the holes in her jeans. She giggled and grabbed the little girl by the arm, licking her thumb and wiping off the remaining s'more fluff from the tip of her nose, "Go play, Pocahontas."

"Her parents sat on the far side of the fire; thirty years of marriage and she believed that she had never seen two people more in love with each other. Her father pulled teasingly on one of her mother's curls and she swatted at his hand before leaning into his chest. She watched her father's tanned and calloused hands work out the kinks in her mother's neck as they talked in hushed voices about something the rest of the world wasn't privy to. The rest of the world seemed to fade away for them and she craved to have that intense kind of love thirty years from now."

"She leaned back against his strong chest and allowed herself to be lifted from the chair as he twirled her before placing her on the ground. A straw cowboy hat was plopped on top of her head and she curtsied before dragging him to the makeshift dance floor. Their messy, crazy daughter raced over to join them. Sandwiched between her parents as they danced around the fire and laughing til their insides pained them."

"She was a walking contradiction, the perfect storm of what her parents had created. Married with a daughter, splitting her time between the wild west and the city that never sleeps, the facts could never be changed; she was Lucy Elizabeth Messer. She was what happened when Montana and New York collided."

AW that was so good! I loved it! I loved how it wasnt overly detailed, just a glimpse into her life!
Love Abs x0x

BAH!
You know.