Let me tell you about my day in the garden…
The little gate
was locked and we couldn’t get in.
Through caste iron bars that we gripped, SO HARD, there were many lovely
things to be made out… birds, trees, squirrels and lilacs… etc, etc. The thought of climbing the adjacent stone
post was in Julie’s eyes, and though she doesn’t carry a reputation for such
criminal activity… this scene of
springtime bounty was just, THAT LOVELY!
I did not want
to disappoint her, considering our recent back-and-forths, so I leaned forward
and cupped my hands for her step. “How
DARLING!” she called me, planting her palms upon my shoulders, and her thighs - through knee-length cotton - upon my cheek... “Shoot me up, then!”
I sprung up, and
she leaped stretching for the ledge. She
grabbed ahold and squirmed to the top. A
good five feet she had on me. Though
then I heard a groundskeeper clambering at the gate…
“Here you are
then,” the gentleman said, opening his gate to a nervous-and-guilt-ridden-me. I tipped my hat and entered the garden, fully
expecting Julie to be in close proximity; perhaps hiding among the shrubbery? There waiting for her MAN.
From there in the garden I
looked and called out... but never found, saw
or heard from my Julie again.
