Sunday Story- Inviolate

Summer’s up in a haze

I’ve been holding

On a little too tight

A little water to cool down

And I am

Swimming up on a tide

Just a short story today, I’ll be back with Eidetic Part 3 next Week. Keep an eye out for my collab post with Jon of Animated coming later this week.

Inviolate- protected; free from harm; not violated

Ex: She stepped out of the car and was immediately struck by the salty sea air. It was just as she had remembered from her trip all those years ago. The craggy black tarmac with loose logs of driftwood scattered about. The sea-bird breeding ground on the inviolate dunes above the beach. The outdoor spout coming off of the parking lot outhouse. The Balkan couple arguing loudly in a brutal dialect as the husband makes use of the spouts’ mighty current in order to flush out the sand from his thick tuft of chest hair. The old Mister Softee truck parked just before the sandy incline leading out to the beach.

The Balkan couple again, returning to the shower, with the argument now reaching a fever pitch. The wife, in a big khaki sunhat, both verbally and physically undressing her husband as she reaches into her beach bag and produces a brillo pad. The cloudless baby blue sky complimenting the orange of the sun shining from directly up above.

The husband bending over, allowing the water to jet into his exposed butt as his wife scours up and down his crack with the brillo pad, still scolding him with her harsh accent. The other concerned onlookers in the parking lot grabbing their children and hurrying them down to the beach so as to prevent them from staring for too long.

It was as good a day as ever to hit the beach, she thought.