It had rained the night before and all the world looked like it had been bedazzled with a million Swarovski crystals. The sweet petrichor of the last evening’s shower was heady to the point of distraction.
As I walked around the shoreline, dewdrops clung to my coat embellishing my unadorned clothing with their iridescent brilliance.
Mesmerized by the shimmering beads, I didn’t see the gator crawl out of the bayou until it grabbed me, pulling my leg.
“I just asked why you needed surgery,” he said. “Can’t you simply say you slipped on wet grass and tore up your knee?”