The red eye of the pelican sitting on the top of the drift of broken coral gave it a Stephen King look as if it was possessed by an evil spirit. The large brown bird tucked its enormous beak down along its neck as if to peer down at Sharon and Diego as they lay in the hot sand. "That bird doesn't like us," Sharon said. Diego glanced over his shoulder at it and laughed. He raised himself up on an elbow and leaned down to smooth kisses on Sharon's shoulder. "That bird only cares about fish. He isn't interested in us." Sharon felt uncomfortable lying there among the locals and the tourists. She felt her pale skin and obvious American-ness contrasted with Diego's cocoa brown skin led people to believe that either she rented herself out by the hour or that he did. But Diego was excited by the contrast of his brown hand on her white stomach and had a hard time not touching her. Very soon she had had enough public affection and pushed herself up and went int to the ocean for a cooling swim.
Glad you think I write well, Bob, even if I have to be overtired to do it. One of these days we'll break out of our slumps, our muses will return from their extended vacations, and we'll get back to writing.
--Barbara
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