Volume 1, Issue 3 & 4 - Diverse Voices Quarterly
Volume 1, Issue 3 & 4 - Diverse Voices Quarterly
Volume 1, Issue 3 & 4 - Diverse Voices Quarterly
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Sleep now, I said. Play later, I urged.<br />
By the time the stars hit the sky, the dance was on. We ran across the beach to<br />
join the crowd. Linda Jean disappeared into a swarm of tanned men, and I sat down<br />
at a candle-lit table. Men sauntered by and winked; I waved them away. Someone<br />
brought me a drink. I stared at the dancers. Linda Jean emerged, wiggling her hips,<br />
walking my way. She reached across the table and pried my fingers from my pineapplegreen<br />
drink.<br />
Dance with me. The insistence in her voice matched my pulse.<br />
As we walked across the sand, D.J. Ricky announced, For couples only! Two<br />
men stepped up and shouldered us, trying to follow D.J. Ricky’s lead. Linda Jean<br />
murmured something I couldn’t hear, and the guys backed off.<br />
Out there between the ocean and the sky, our bare feet slipped through the<br />
sand. A bonfire burned and fish blackened on sharpened sticks. Through soft, smoky<br />
air we danced, the space between us closing fast. Linda Jean raised her arms and<br />
dropped them on my shoulders.<br />
Linda Jean dug her fingers into the muscle around my shoulder blades. Staring<br />
at my feet, I pulled her into me as we moved toward the water. Puffs of sand dust filled<br />
the air and I smelled apples. Our ankles were silver in the ocean light, and her white<br />
dress clung to me like my own skin.<br />
The breeze picked up. I rested my head on Linda Jean’s shoulder.<br />
Linda Jean hesitated and threw herself into the sway of the wind. It caught her<br />
hair and I smoothed it down her back. On the beach, lines of sea foam bubbled. D.J.<br />
Ricky’s teeth banged the microphone as the tune kicked in. Linda Jean’s face met<br />
mine. A kiss—fleeting and secret, positively unnerving. Her hand grasped my waist<br />
and began the slow walk down my side.<br />
D.J. Ricky, with a catch in his voice sang along, You Came, You Saw, You<br />
Conquered.<br />
I fell to my knees in the sand, and the ocean washed up my dress and then<br />
Linda Jean was on her knees in front of me, laughing, her hands burrowing through<br />
the wet sand to my knees, up my thighs, across my stomach, and resting on the frail<br />
skin covering my heart that burst open like a pomegranate, bleeding seeds for the rest<br />
of my life, each one a pit of desire.<br />
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