I felt her hands on my face.
It was the middle of the night.
“You’re burning up,” she said.
“Would you like a cold towel
for your sunburn?”
“Thanks”, I told her.
“But don’t get up. I’ll be okay”
“It’s no trouble,” she answered.
“I've just got one for myself. See?”
I looked over
but no towel anywhere.
“I'll get one for you, too,”
she sighed. “They’re so refreshing.”
Then she rolled over
and began to snore.
----for Barbara.
from FORTY-NINE GUARANTEED WAYS TO ESCAPE DEATH
A year at the table - day 159 / slightly everything
About Sandy
copyrightⓒ2007 by Sandy McIntosh
