Celebration
Erotic tale of Romance
Staring out to sea. Late afternoon. I miss you, but know where to look. In the five years since we moved to Venice Beach, this is your favorite spot. The ocean is loud most of the time, yet this afternoon, unusually calm. I notice an intense sadness of your eyes. You speak as I arrive.
“Thanks for coming to find me. You somehow know when I go dark. My second book, I had such grand plans. I did a Zoom conference with my publisher, but with COVID, it all felt flat. Instead of a gala fest at the Strand in New York and a big book tour I get nothing, really.”
The thing about us is that we always let each other speak fully. Never interrupt. It means silence sometimes, but they are easy silences. Like the one now. I look out, see a cruise ship in the distance, feel the warmth of the sun on our faces. You are everything. Time to show it.
“You’re going out with me,” I exclaim. “Let’s plan on 8. Wear that dress I love. We’ll have a celebration to remember.” I gather you up in my arms, and just hold on. When you are ready, you look up at me and smile.
“Thank you.” Then you turn like the ballerina you once were and literally dance back into the house. My God I am a lucky man.
That dress has a lot of great memories for me. I remember the way you fill it out. All woman. You have a…
