Around the bend, he eased me against a coconut palm.
Extracted a gecko from his pocket.
And thrust it down my blouse.
Laughter filled the background of my screams.
He sauntered away.
“Haoles no welcome here,” he said.
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As the sun crept to the horizon and melon hues filled the sky, the local boy flirted with me, leaned in, and took my hand. He convinced me with his grinning eyes and come-hither finger to leave my new classmates as embers from a small beach fire smoldered dim. Maybe it wouldn’t be so hard for me to fit in after all.
Around the bend, he eased me against a coconut palm. Extracted a gecko from his pocket. And thrust it down my blouse. Laughter filled the background of my screams. He sauntered away. “Haoles no welcome here,” he said.
Pamela Kennedy
1/7/2022 01:31:01 pm
Made me squirm...
Sue Clayton
2/7/2022 06:27:05 am
No matter where you look there'll always be prejudice against those who are not native to a country.
Mary Daurio
6/7/2022 01:33:37 pm
That story was wonderful. So evocotive and explicit and well done. Great work, Kathy. Comments are closed.
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