As they passed by, the wives were lagging a good twenty paces behind, but by the homeward run had opened up an unassailable lead over their portly husbands. Both sets of couples walked and talked as they went, gesticulating and nodding in time as they swapped thick Russian accents, consonants and vowels.
Just off the concrete promenade to their left, a few energetic souls were lifting their knees high by necessity as they traversed the beach barefoot and puffing. Farther out, a diminishing swell broke noisily in small sets and rolled toward the moist pale sand.
Seemingly in an instant, as if from beneath a darkened, silken tabletop, a swollen orange moon made itself known, misshapen by the curvature and refraction of the distant horizon. " It looks like a fucking balloon, it's amazing!", quoth one highly articulate gent. "Damn straight!", my silent rejoinder.
© felix ratcliff 2010
Crusty Insta-Quiver
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Classic! Maybe the bloke was a fan of David Niven? Also reminded me of LBJ's line about 'not sleeping under a communist [red] moon.'
ReplyDeleteHey Henry, I can't speak for my articulate lunar witness but blog is little less racy than Niven's autobiography
ReplyDelete... the only visible socialist activity around here involves tourists, seagulls and food scraps... oh, and bodysurfers and the odd kind soul who calls you into a wave with a smile.
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Legend has it that socialists always surf on waves and wave back at you, with a smile.:-)
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