Cassandra – the story of Casey and Alexandra – Preface

16 Mar

The story of Casey and Alexandra

by L. Stewart Marsden


I have never felt in control of my life — and that’s from the very beginning. I mean, think about it (which I have): you don’t chose when or where or into what family you are born. You have no control over how smart, or innately talented you are. Life presents you with a host of events over which you are helpless to determine — or the consequences that follow your reactions to those happenings.

Robert Frost wrote about the road not taken, and the difference that choice made.

See? Even when you do have choices, you’re damned if you do, and damned if you don’t!

The what-ifs pile up over time and stalk you like a giant ogre for the rest of your life!

They say that if you could go back and change things, everything from that moment on would be horribly altered — significantly different. What’s so wrong with that, I say?

Perhaps the lives of many would be better! Perhaps someone who had a really crappy existence would be able to exceed their wildest dreams because you went back and took the other road.

I mean, Frost only said that had made all the difference. Difference! Not, disaster or doom or destruction! Difference. He never said it was good or bad. Just . . . different.

People say all the time, “I wouldn’t change a thing!” B-U- double hockey sticks!

I would.

I’d change EVERYTHING!

First — when I was born. Maybe during the 16th century. And where — England. And maybe I would be born into the Hathaway family, and they would name me Anne. And I would meet and fall in love with a young poet. Not so handsome — but who would posses a beautiful mind.

And he would immortalize me in sonnets and plays.

He would die before me — exactly on his birthday. And I would die in my thirties, seven years later.

And a famous actress would take my name centuries later.

What would be so wrong with that? What colossal damage would that make?

If I could have stood on the edge of heaven and looked over the ages, and have selected that road instead of the one I’m now on?

If I could have turned to God with a daughter’s knowing look — one that said “That time, that place, that family, that name — please.”

What loving father can refuse his daughter?

What loving father would hand her a stone? A burden none other has borne? Or could bear? Or, would take on?

Not my choice. Not the road I would have taken.

If I could do it again, I would not have taken that road that day, and would have definitely left it for another day.

— Cassandra


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One Response to “Cassandra – the story of Casey and Alexandra – Preface”

  1. skipmars April 12, 2014 at 1:36 pm #

    Reblogged this on Writing Odds n Ends and commented:

    A new public service commercial has begun airing on television, as well as receiving media attention on the dangers of texting while driving.

    It’s impactful (no pun intended).

    At the same time, there was a report of a medical breakthrough in creating a synthetic skull that has been used.

    Cassandra is a story about a horrible accident, and the even more horrible decision to combine the healthy parts of two seriously injured teens to make a new person.

    Perhaps it’s fiction that will remain so.

    Besides the concept of that combination, I also ventured into using a variety of different conventions for each chapter. I also risked (if fiction can be called a risk) of writing in the voice of a teenager (I’m 64) and in the voice of a girl (I’m not a girl).

    Hope you will read, enjoy, and give me your impressions on this story by commenting. LSM.

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