Emerald cloisonné hummingbirds, attracted by SPF 30 coconut ambrosia, lullabied their drowsy one-woman audience with white-noise thrumming.
Trickles of sun-warmed sweat pooled in spandex encased cleavage, creating a briny delta commingling with icy, precipitation dripping from a tumbler of potent libation.
A heady perfume of freshly cut Augustine wafted over a barely tall enough decency fence, offering little privacy from adolescent peepers angling for the best vista through weather-warped slats.
Oblivious of the activity surrounding her, she drifted in and out of consciousness long enough to take long sips through her candy-cane striped bendy straw.
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LOVE that last touch of the “candy cane striped bendy straw”. I smiled at the thought.
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Must. Have. Bendy. Straw. 🙂 I loved this, Tara.
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it was so poetic that I felt my insides relaxing. Enjoy your sips and the hummmmmm. 🙂
potent libation..is there anything better?
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Give me a Margarita and a lounge chair. I’m coming to join you 🙂 This is so vivid I can see and feel the whole scene.
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Every word here is perfect!
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great imagery and word choices.
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I find myself ready to nod off. What a lovely, sensory story, especially the second paragraph. Excellent. Thanks for sharing.
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Love love love the post and the picture!
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the epitome of “drowsy”! I’m feeling a tad sleepy myself after reading that
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