I close my eyes and relax under
the sun’s rays warming my sunscreen-slathered skin. Waves roll up the
beach with a whoosh. Children’s happy cries tickle
my ears whilst the scent of coconut soothes my weary soul.
“Another drink, Madam?”
Speaking of coconuts. I open one eye and smile at the young man.
Lovely. I mean, another fruity drink would be lovely.
“Ah. Yes, please.” I push
myself up in the lounge chair and avert my eyes as the young man
saunters away with my empty glass. Looking that good should be
outlawed. Probably is.
Okay, back to reading. As I pick
up my book, Dreamer, a new release from one of my
favorite women’s fiction authors, the melodious theme song from The
Notebook flows from my cell phone.
I check the caller ID to see who
it is I’m about to yell at, and press the green button. Where would we
be without color codes? “Am I making money yet?” (Read