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Longing to Be Here

The Sun above, embraced by masses as we now called cloud, was still teasing Fanny. As she stepped onto the sandy beach, after descending from a long and steep staircase in the chilling shades of mountainous trees, she raised her hands and hovered about her forehead, and said to Danny, "why baby, it's so hot out there. Would we rather not stay inside our hotel room and enjoy our bath in their beautiful pool. I reckon you like that pool just as much as mama do, do you?"

"Of course, of course. I would rather share a warm bath with you in that gigantic hot tub in enormous proportion, than standing here and taste my sweat. But baby, it's not so bad. I just want you to enjoy the sun as we did when we first met. The good old jolly time, remember?"

"Yes, I do, baby. Yes. Why, you must have guessed that I've all forgot about it. No baby, it ain't so," Fanny tilted her head forward and took Danny's hand, "I reckon we would be all jolly and burn after this."

"Not so, not quite so. I've brought this sun cream with me that it will ever, ever work so fine," Danny said and produced the "Sun Scream" from his bag.

"Is it not the one we used last time we were sun bathing?" Fanny asked. Her prints on the hot sand was small as she tiptoes around, with her arms hanging around Danny's neck. She was laughing and he was trying to lift her into his arms. "Hold it, you haven't answered my question yet, mister."

Danny put her down ever so gently. "Why does it matter?"

"Do you not have remember what happened last time I rubbed that on your back?"

Danny shook his head ever so slightly as though a little bit more movement would kill him in an instant. "What exactly happened, baby. Don't scare me, tell me."

Fanny turned to look back where they were coming from, the steep staircase seemed even scarier in the hot shore wind that blew at the trees. "Have you not notice what you back looked like when we went home that night?"

"Not a thing. Honest," he lay the blanket on the sand under the darker shades of a frail tree, and invited Fanny to sit down. "How could I. I was drunk all the way home, wasn't I? And I was sick and vomiting for the next few days as well. Is that what it is? Do you think this sun cream here has something to do with my condition?"

"No, baby. Why would you think that?" Fanny said, and mumbled, "I thought you knew."

"What was that?"

"Nothing. Why, the ocean view is ever so refreshing."

"Does it now? Beer?"

Fanny waved no and set her head on her man's shoulder. "I wish we were out there in a boat. Just you and me, travelling around the world. Just in a boat."

The beer was in his system. "Your wish would come true if you slept on it."

"Don't be ridiculous. What kind of a wish is that if I slept on it."

"A dream," Danny chuckled.

The two burst into laughter. Others glanced at them, thinking them silly couple must be nuts to be sitting next to that frail tree.

"Would you be back soon?" Fanny said, lying ever more closely to Danny, into his bare chest which wasn't sweating.

"What do you mean?"

"Could you not get upset by the officers and that they kick you out for bad behavior?"

"And why would I do that, baby?" Danny sat straight, leaving Fanny sleeping on his legs, looking at the golden horizon.

"Because you need to be with your family?"

"Yeah. My wife's so important that I can't live a day without her."

Fanny pinched him on the knee.

"You now that doesn't hurt a bit, right?"

Fanny pinched again, only lighter.

Danny stroke her hair ever so slightly like the cool breeze.



REFLECTION


  1. INCONSISTENT, DIALOGUE STYLE                                 
  2. PLAIN, DESCRIPTION                                           
  3. UNNECESSARY, FANCY WORDS                      
  4. BOUNCING, TRANSITION                               
  5. LONG, UNFOCUSED SENTENCES                         
  6. INFLUENCE BY WHAT WAS READ RECENTLY, MARK TWAIN
  7. CHEAP, UNRELATABLE CHARACTERS                            
  8. FORGETTABLE, UNPOLISHED SETTINGS                         
  9. UNDEFINED, PERIOD                                               
  10. REPEATING, UNINTERESTING, UNCREATIVE, LACK OF, MOVEMENT WORDS

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