My friend once traveled to a foreign country where
palm trees lean out against an ocean that is so blue the sea birds sit on the
nearby jetty crying because they cannot fly right through the waves. The people living by the sea there are quite
poor. My friend sometimes handed money
to the begging children. He bought whole
chickens for some families.
One night my friend went to a local tavern that was
mostly an open pole hut near the fine sand beach. A partial moon bathed its long silver light
in the ocean which had become a kind of indigo mirror. He spent most of that night buying fancy
drinks for two hookers sitting at the bar.
“They were black,” he said of the hookers, “and they
were beautiful.”
Somewhere in the night one of the hookers said to my
friend: “You can do anything you want with us.”
“I just want to look at you,” he said. “You are beautiful.”
--Mitchell
Hegman
:)
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