Same Old Song and Dance
Sundown on a resort balcony; lazy waves purred below. “You don't believe in fate? Still?” Sand dusted the tops of Sam's feet which rested on the railing.
“We found each other, sure, against all odds.” Ty chewed on a gin-soaked lime peel.
“That sounds like an accident. My head and my pants say this is fate.”
“Fate is 31 flavors and you end up with a tasty but random scoop. But you haven't had the other 30 to know the difference. Choice is… a whole mall that only sells socks and you try them all on and there's only one pair that fits. You, my dear man, are my pair.”
“You want to get laid talking socks.”
Ty shrugged. “I'm getting laid no matter the topic.”
“Fate.”
“Lust.”
Sam grunted and cracked a smile.
Ty breathed in salt and contentment.“You want to believe we were put together by the universe. Forces coming together to create us. The universe doesn't care, my love.” Ty leaned over and pecked Sam on the cheek. “But I do.”
“You want to believe you had a choice in the matter.”
“You want me to say that thirty-one years together is someone or something else's doing? Nope.”
“I think we had this same disagreement on our twenty-third anniversary. Italy.” Sam said.
Ty shook his head and tapped Sam's foot with his toe. “Twentieth. Aruba.”
The slice of life quality works really well in this piece, I felt pulled into their world on that balcony, the beach, the drinks. Good story! Also felt a little lonely there.
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Thank you, thank you, Susan. I feel pretty insecure about this piece, so this is hugely nice to hear.
It's a bit lonely indeed on that balcony. Those clothes are about to come off, and I don't think Sam and Ty want an audience. :)
These folks are real on the page/screen. You made them so. Creation at is best, through language that lives on out past the words alone. Fine work.
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That's a whole lotta faves, but I mean every one of them. LOVE this, John.