I Will Take As Many Words As I Want To Write This Story
[b]Promises in the Sand[/b]
[c=#7700B2]..." I could easily let myself drift away at times and just live in the momentary bliss of the moment but then all the beauty around me would be for naught. I mean it WAS Hawaii in the late evening. I wonder-would you go if you had the chance and considering that you were never there to begin with? Would you take that chance and make that journey at the hope of perhaps finding something, anything, they may be missing in your life? One you never knew of"?
I let myself close my eyes and only focus on the sounds that I heard. The light pounding of steel drums, rising and descending in tempo and crescendo with whatever melody was being played. I could hear faint voices as they blended in the with birds flying low. The electric guitar had given way the Ukulele that was now taking the lead in "A Song of Old Hawaii". I could hear the words in my head as the instrumental band played.
There's the perfume of a million flowers Clinging to the heart of old Hawaii There's a rainbow following the showers Bringing me a part of old Hawaii
There was more and it had been a song I knew well as the USO club often played this on their dime a dance nights. Hawaii could spoil girl as it slowly lulled us in, offering us fantasy and flights of fancy far removed from mainland USA. Perhaps this is what dreams were made of?"
I put my book down and sighed a wistful sigh to myself. What was this book again? "Temporary Promises", a 25 cent paperback published in 1952. "Sometimes fleeting moments become the real thing" the back cover said as it began to outline the book and it's plot.
As I sat in my reading room, the one space in the house that was truly MINE! I could smell the smoke from the barbecue bricks that my neighbor, Alyssa has started. That could be a delicious scent but then smoke in and of itself is primal and it can stir up memories in us long buried.
I remember a beach bonfire long ago on a shore far less exotic than this trashy novel described when I was as a flame to her longing. I remember how innocent the night started with hot dogs and later S'mores before the fire was seen more as warmth than for cooking.
I can remember how fast things progressed after got back form walking the beach for what seemed like forever; with the smell and scent of her intimate arousal as well as mine mixed to form it's own unique perfume that neither minded to wear. With unleashed abandon we sank into the night and each other and woke at a disheveled mess of hair, sand, and ash.
I loved her then and I said as much in the sand as she laughed. The two interlocking hearts I tried to make looked as scribbles a 4 year may make in a coloring book!
I returned to my book and the next chapter "Promises in the Sand". like mine of long ago, those kind of promises seldom end well and I wanted to see what was written so I skipped ahead.
I promise you the world, my love The wind and sky and sea. I'll be the moon to your sunny smile Please dear, belong only to me.
I closed my eyes and said a quick silent prayer. This book may have potential. Just maybe....
