Bacon in the Sun

[Geni Stratton]

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.”

[Mike Handley]

Yep, No. 4 is perfection.

[Angela]

This is surely terrific.  The 4th was my favorite - it is so true, and funny but sad.  I had no trouble imagining the "neon Georgia sun".  Being a Carolinian, I know you are being kind.  Watch out this weekend.  We're in the 100's...