Love, Lust 'n Geology (2ND DRAFT)

Love, Lust 'n Geology (2ND DRAFT)

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"What are you doing here?" he asked. "I'm studying your rocks," she replied, taking a sip of beer to moisten her dry mouth, another symptom of the state of her nerves. His smile disappeared, and his eyes widened. He glanced about and then he leaned towards her and whispered conspiratorially, "You know, I think that's the most forward thing a woman's ever said to me!" "But I like it!" he declared, sitting back with a huge Cheshire cat-like grin overspreading his face. She took one look at him and burst out laughing. She hadn't fully swallowed the sip of beer she'd taken and some of it sprayed out. "No, no," she choked out between fits of giggling, "I mean ... real rocks ... as in geology!" "Oh!" He joined in laughing, looking somewhat sheepish. This is the story of a young woman who travels to a remote area to do fieldwork for her Ph.D. in geology and all that she experiences there: rocks, nature ... and a man. WARNING: this novel contains some real geology ... among other things ;-)!
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"I just realised something." I say, breaking the long silence from the journey. "I'm not gonna be too sad if we don't end up finding her." I speak looking straight ahead as I drive down the road, a million thoughts running through my head. I continue, "Maybe cause to travel is better than to arrive. It's actually what has happened along the way that counts; the tears, the falls and the friendship. It's about the journey and not the destination. And I know she'd think the same. So, I guess, we just gotta trust that the future is gonna work itself out like it's supposed to." I finish off and the other two don't say anything. I glance towards them to see them watch me with apprehension. We all fall silent once again as the trees pass by us, unable to stop thinking about that one silly, reckless knobhead. Friendships are nice that way, just a bit complicated

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