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Oct. 28, 2006 The wind was warm, and there was a boat with writing on it that pulled a man through the air in a parachute. The parachute was red and green against the blue sky. Jude sat on the sand and dug his fingers into the grains. He was wearing very long shorts, called Jams, which came clean over his knees and had brilliant blues and reds and yellows on them. The shorts were so bright and unorthodox that when he had come into a restaurant to sit down and eat that morning, two men stopped their conversation and looked at him with serious expressions. Then one of them declared, ‘ I like it!’ Jude knew that the man really meant the overall look, because if he had been speaking of only the shorts he’d have referred to them as ‘them.’ Jude also had longish hair, and though it was dark, in the back it was streaked blonde. He had loved Nassau and everything about it. Where he stayed, the balcony of the room looked out to a tennis court down on the left, and though not a fan of tennis courts, he liked how this one looked, as trees grew all around it, some even arching upwards into the sky right over the court. The rest of the view was of a pool, a wood and straw hut that were a bar, and the sea. Far out on the sea, beyond the white parasailing boats, or a white yacht, there was sometimes a large freighter, dark, that would be passing. He wondered what it would be like for those whose destiny it was to work on such a boat. Even indoors, he enjoyed himself. One afternoon he was playing the slot machines, and 'people watching also.' He had always had the habit of people watching but hadn’t had a name for it until a day at a racetrack. It had been after the fourth race, and his uncle and him here sitting on a bench. They were not betting again until about the seventh. His uncle had told him that Charlie Chaplin had been a great people watcher, and that that was what Jude was doing. Now, only half heartedly playing the slots, he began to gaze ahead to the right. There was an older man at a machine gambling and there were two young women with him. They were dressed in smart shirts and blouses, groomed well. They were both good-looking brunettes, but one was extraordinarily beautiful. They were excited, and seemed somehow worshipful of the man. Jude looked at the long and tanned legs of the more beautiful one. She looked about twenty. There was no chance of catching her eye though, as she was engrossed in the old man’s gambling. Jude couldn’t figure out for the life of him what the relationship was between the man and the women. Then an idea came over him. He had got the feeling that the two women were prostitutes. If they weren’t exactly that, it was something similar that was gong on, by his gut anyhow. He soon went to get some air, and was happy to walk out of the lobby doors and see the trees, the taxis, pink stucco walls, the paradisiacal afternoon. ------------ Email Brian Michael Barbeito: Brian1750@Hotmail.com Comment on this article here! ------------ All articles are EXCLUSIVE to Useless-Knowledge.com and are not allowed to be posted on other websites. ARTICLE THIEVES WILL BE PROSECUTED! |
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