Only in Aruba
By BR Chitwood
With a model’s perfect stride
She kicked up the white Aruba sand
Just a few feet from the shoreline…
My eyes were locked on her beauty,
The long blond hair bouncing
In the slight warm breeze.
Captivated by her golden beauty,
A face and body sculpted by poets,
My heart, my body in museful joy.
At sixty-two, a wispy hope came:
This beauty was to pass within a yard
Of my tanned six-foot frame…
It came to me that our eyes were
Locked together from first notice,
Giving me some modest confidence.
She came directly to my large towel,
Spoke so softly with a sweet smile:
“Hi, may” I intrude a moment?”
“Of course. Please share my towel.”
So gracefully she knelt and sat by me.
“I have cold beer. Would you like one?”
“It would be a delight, thank you, and,
What is your name? and, why is it that
A handsome gentleman is beaching alone?”
“I’m single, divorced, actually, and have
Been immersed in business too long…
Decided to give myself a holiday. And, you?”
“I own a cosmetic company. Just taking
A break. I lost my husband three years
Ago in a bank robbery. He was the president.”
“I’m sorry for your loss. You are so very
Beautiful. I confess, I’ve watched your long
Walk down the beach. Are you at the hotel?”
“No, I own a beach house up the coast.
Take long walks each day, hoping to keep trim.
I Should introduce myself: Daisy Fargo.”
She gave me her hand. “I’m Jeremy Jakes.
I hope you don’t mind compliments, Daisy, but
You are so beautiful, and thank you…”
“Why do you thank me? You are a handsome
Man, and I had a moment of daring and perhaps
Spoiled the privacy you had wanted.”
“Pardon, the giggle, but I was hoping all the
Along your beach walk that fate would play
A hand in our meeting. You are beautiful, you know.”
“Okay, we’ve established that you are handsome,
And I am beautiful. To complete our inventory of ‘vitals’,
I am thirty-eight…you are in your fifties?”
“You are kind, Daisy, but I’m sixty-two. That will
Likely change the parameters of our meeting. If
It helps, I’ve been told I look fortyish…”
“Ha, Ha, Ha! Age is factored in many ways –
Wrinkles, baldness, ‘endurance’, and unless you are
Configured in unusual ways inside your shorts, you’re good to go!
“’Good to go’! Does that have the same connotation as ‘Hot to?
Trot’? You nod, ‘yes’, so let the records show that this
Date goes down in history as my favorite day.”
I gathered my beer cooler, towel, checked the white sand
For anything that might be lost, and we went to my suite,
Had a few Mai Tais, took a long shower, ordered dinner in.
Daisy looked so much better in my dress shirts and bikini
shorts that I ever could… You might not wish to believe it, but
Daisy and I married three weeks later and honeymooned in Paris.
[That’s all, Folks!]
Flash Fiction by: BR Chitwood – May 17, 2021
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