It was a hot delta day. Too hot for work. The only reprieve from the heat was to lay along the river bank with what tried to be a breeze to cool my brow. My mind drifted off. I daydreamed of beautiful southern women. There were four of them sitting on a veranda waving their perfumed handkerchiefs. I caught a whiff as it floated on a breeze.
They were dressed in white and ivory linen dresses with wide brimmed straw hats cocked to one side or the other. They were chatting about things that one could only imagine. Sweet perfumed perspiration tickled down their breast bones to vacation spots that only southern dreams are made of.
They were sweet smelling, coy, sexing, tantalizing, ambrosial, sensual, delicious, and alluring. In my dream, I was compelled to walk to that veranda and sit with them. As I approached, they turned, gave me a quick smile and like a flash of lighting they were gone. Leaving me with the memory of their faces and the aroma of their jasmine handkerchiefs.
The sound of the rushing of the river woke me from reverie and I was smiling. The thought of those belles will live long in my memory. And when the hot delta sun beats down on my brow, all I have to do is think of them and heat fades away.
LAL
(c) 5/18