Monday, January 25, 2010

Unreasonable Rendezevous

It was late evening as I picked my way over the rocks on the shoreline. Often I would have to hoist myself over particuarly large boulders, wincing at the rasp of barnacles under my fingers. A mumbled rosary of curse words escaped my breath when my shoe came off my foot ignored by the balmy complacency of the night air and drowned by the invertebrate symphony of the creatures in the treeline. Using one hand to steady myself, I switched my torch on revealing the rocks sullen and grumpy like mutants caught having sex in a cave.
The torchlight gleamed on the slick skin of large amphibian creatures, bigger than a dog. Silently they scrambled for cover as the torch beam hit them-bright orange, red and blue webbed feet frantically scrabbling for purchase.
Where the hell is Nick? can't we just have dinner in the city for once? what the hell was with that restaurant in the warehouse he took me to last time?
An empty patch of sand is illuminated up ahead by the floodlights used in TV studios. Nick was there, standing in the middle of it, microphone in hand. If there was a curtain behind him it would look like he was about to introduce a ventriloquist or a troupe of midget acrobats.
I was calm and composed. I spent most of the ferry ride calmly directing my anger to a quiet corner of my brain, ignoring the old fisherman mumbling to himself behind me. I would step into the light, happy and pretty and then hug him and give him a peck on his stubbly cheek. I stumble on a rock protruding from the sand. My composure evaporates completely
"What the hell are you doing all the way out here? do you know how long I waited for a ferry? And what the hell are you doing holding a bloody microphone?"
He smiled sheepishly "Sorry honey, I was supposed to interview someone here"
"Interview someone? what about us having dinner"
"Don't panic. I haven't forgotten" He turns in a different direction, addressing people I can't see "Okay guys! looks like he isn't showing up tonight, let's wrap it up. Remember the tarpaulin because he's going to be bringing a lot of fish"
The camera crew was nowhere to be seen, the camera itself lying unattended on its stand staring blankly ahead, the boom mike lying on the sand.
Nick was indifferent and linking his arm in mine he lead me up a sandy path through the woods. Small impish creatures with white sheets over their heads began to gather around our feet.
"Where are you taking me?" I whispered
"Don't worry baby, I know a place"

Sunday, January 17, 2010

Saturday, January 16, 2010

Leave Your Inhibitions at the Coast

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psychic lagoon
cloak on the far shore
summer 2010 baby

Wandering along assorted beaches, Jan '10