The Texas sun was hot and bright that day, I recall, and the sky was as blue as I had ever seen it before. The red convertible was sitting in the carport with the top still down from our drive to the Lake. My hair smelled of mossy water as we sat on the old bench in the front yard eating fried tortillas and drinking ice cold Heineken beer. There wasn't a worry in life that bothered me too much to enjoy that moment burning underneath a fiery Seguin afternoon in 1975.1
I watched the dusty, black dog run back and forth across the un-kept sod that passed for a lawn. He, happily, trampled tiny, purple wild flowers beneath his paws as he chased a white butterfly about. 2
Shelby stroked my shoulder and I felt inadequacy flow out of every pore in my body. His eyes were so dark and his hands fell like rose petals against my sunburned skin. 3
The sound of the distant river's rush blended into the background along with the shouts and vibrant laughter of children who ran along the side of the country lane with tire swings and the water's cool embrace on their minds. 4
The grease from the tortilla covered my fingers as I took my last bite and downed my 3rd beer. 5
Too soon the sunset came in flames of coral and fuchsia streaked across the heavens in a silky display. But the dusk brought no hint of cooling. The dog drank his fill from his water bowl and settled down in the shade of the house, spent and content. Mosquitoes hummed around my bare legs prodding me to abandon my lazy, hypnotic bliss. We left all the bottles and rumpled towels sitting out in the yard, did not bother to put the top up on the old convertible and went inside with liquid smiles and the memory of one perfect day together eternally engraved in our hearts.6
M.A.King7
20058
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Thank you for your kind comment. This is one of my few attempts at short stories and I appreciate your reading it.
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wonderful
This was totally beautiful. Lost in the long moments that everything unimportant can be left till tomorrow.
A real treat to read.
thanks,
John -
Your fantastic use of imagery in this story makes it very a tatsey morsel.You have a true gift for story telling Mary,I would like to see you expand into some novelette type pieces.Your style of writing is easy to the eye and intelligent in content,and leaves me personally craving more.KEEP ON WRITING!
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I lived in Seguin Tx. for 5 years in the '70's and that was a happy time for me. It is a little town...or was a little town, now it may be bigger...just outside of San Antonio. I have not heard of Sherman. There was much I loved about Texas and some things I did not like the humidity. I live in Colorado and that thick heat and humidity was a killer. Thanks for reading and for a kind comment.
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smiling half tickled wondered what part of Texas you live...
I am in Sherman, 70 miles North of Dallas and lord how I know these days of the old and hot summer that roast in the heat of dry and boring ways...
but thank goodness all those are looooong behind me, LOL
but those dang mosquitos are still out for prey while I play in the garden night or day.
wonderfully stated in your non- chelant way of tellin it like it is
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my hat of to ya darlin'
as the cowpoke says
in the dusty bowl of Tejas
I always wondered what it is we are so proud of here??????
not like we have anything more than oil and cattle heh?
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A very sweet dtory mary, and your description of thesunset wasa marvel. sounds like a great day indeed...peace Terry
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