Taking You to the Coast, Part Six

November 11, 2010

Part six of a seven-day meditation, today's installment including a council of ex-lovers . . .

I want to share with you just the beginning of something I wrote while on my coast retreat.  Here it is:

"I am not meant for loneliness," I say.  "I am meant for lovers."

And they nod when I say this, all of them gathered here on the beach:  this council of ex-lovers.  Most of them are in linen, Miami Vice style, sitting behind a long conference table with ice-water in those plastic pitchers, but glass glasses in front of each one of them.  A white tablecloth flaps in the breeze. 

The rest of this writing, I reserve for myself and for my council, whose members shall remain nameless, although I can say they're kind of like the Pentaverate from So I Married an Axe Murderer.  But I do solemnly swear that Colonel Sanders is not on my council.  Not really, anyway.  Does first base count?