By Perry McDaid
Toni had always treasured time spent with Gared at this secluded spot on the riverbank.
California privets seemed to preserve a haven for lovers where they could skinny-dip to heighten the sensual experience.
Proximity to the city intensified the thrill. Leaves, the rush to coitus sent voyaging upon the fast-flowing river, took mere minutes to reach the nearest waterfront café; accompanying flowers pirouetted like odd little ballerinas.
She’d sometimes wondered if customers would even notice if they surrendered their intertwining bodies to the flow.
The undercurrent snatched her naked form. Oblivious to her struggles, a tourist party of lifeguards supped mocha.
This is a really chilling story. Loved the imagery!
Great visuals!
Perry, I think you’ve done a solid job in describing the natural & sensory images. You help me feel as if I’ve been to these places (my Northern California bias). And planting the waterfront cafe mid-way through your story makes the great ending even more ironic. Thank you.
Illustrates the point perfectly that life doesn’t play out in a logical sequence as fiction likes to claim. Nature does not really care when we come and when we go