The Late Afternoon Swim
CBMUSED at 5:23 pm Category: Blue Ink, Men are BeautifulTags: beach, bury in sand, sand, swimming, wet
Something about him caught my eye. The way he emerged from that dip in the sand, dripping wet from the transparent waters. He walked with confidence and poise yet everything about him seemed so natural.
I must have studied his form. His tall, six foot figure, his slim proportionate frame and his even sun-kissed skin. His body glistened from the late afternoon swim, his bare chest contrasting with the wet hair on his perfectly shaped legs.
By the time I noticed he wore black boxer-brief swim shorts, I realised I had been admiring his frame. And I was drawn to something. Maybe it was the way his darkish short hair clung to his head; one can never tell with moist hair. Or the way he moved towards his beach towel and lay face down on the sand.
And then I realised… he reminded me of someone.
I smiled.
A few minutes later, my reverie was interrupted by a familiar melodic inflexion. I looked up, as two French girls joined him in a lively banter.
I smiled again.
The girls playfully buried him in the sand.
I smiled even more.
Yes… He definitely reminded me of someone.
January 2nd, 2008 at 10:21 pm
bury in the sand… and THEN what?!!??
zut allors!
January 2nd, 2008 at 10:51 pm
It’s good to let the reader use their imagination! All they need are a few details to guide them along the path.
You have your own virtual trade mark on this brand of playful writing.
Great work–and a happy 2008 to you!
January 3rd, 2008 at 9:17 am
Hmmm, French girls, swimming, boxer briefs… very interesting.
By “bury in the sand” does that mean you do or don’t like the wet man.
January 3rd, 2008 at 9:55 am
GB: then… to be continued…
Um, bury him in the sand for 17 minutes??
Eric: Absolutely! We all like to fill in the blanks with our imagination, me included.
Thanks for the lovely compliment, much appreciated :).
Egan: yes, all 3 were very European, especially the design of his swim shorts.
As for “the wet man” in question… *wiggles eyebrows*… what do you think?
January 3rd, 2008 at 10:13 pm
Bury him in the sand? I suppose it’s a good way of immobilising your prey before delivering the killer bite.
January 4th, 2008 at 12:08 am
So what was it about this gentleman that attracted two French women and the gaze of Ms. Bemused? Body? Hair? Shorts? (Slowly takes out notepad and pencil….eagerly awaits tips…)
January 4th, 2008 at 2:17 am
So, when you are attracted to a man you fantasize about burying him in a shallow grave?
Note to self: Easy on the face value of the life insurance policy with this one.
January 4th, 2008 at 10:36 am
Gorilla Bananas: Hello and welcome :). I do like the way you think! Him. As my prey. Love bites might be in order here…
GSR: Jot this down:
The girls already knew him, and watching him letting them bury him was sooo much fun for Ms Bemused. However, it was the fact that he reminded her of someone that set her off in a daydream. Height. Body. Demeanour…
ZW:… and leaving his head sticking out of the sand, so he can watch…
Note to self: ZW has life insurance.
January 4th, 2008 at 6:55 pm
I jotted down your note to GSR about the man in the sand. Damn, you got to stop wiggling your eyebrows at me.
January 5th, 2008 at 7:09 pm
Egan: you and GSR can stay after class if you like
Oh, I’m still wiggling…