What can YOU say in six sentences?
I brush the perspiration from my chin, the excess trickles down my neck and pools between my breasts.
A summer orchestra of cicadas, heat pumps and ice-cream trucks lulls me into a stupor.
The neon Georgia sun threatens to fry my retinas so I slip on my Ray Bans.
Sunbathers jockey around the pool making deposits on their dermatologists’ mortgages.
The aquamarine water promises cool caresses beneath the soft undulating surface.
I resist the temptation, vegetate on my lounger, then smile languidly at my lover and tease;” I bet we could fry an egg on the sidewalk.”