There were robes, thank god, because we'd all gone into the pool in our clothes and then left them in soaking heaps on the back porch. There was coffee, also thank god, and the aroma of a fry-up in progress emanating from the kitchen.
Nobody wanted to look at each other. We sat awkwardly trying to make sure the robes covered everything we found suddenly shameful.
"Breakfast!" Muriel poked her head in, holding the frying pan. "Come on, darlings."
Eggs and muffins and bacon and orange juice. It was heaven. We dove in.
Obie offered weakly, "My place, next year?"
Breakfast in Eden :)ReplyDelete
something like that :)Delete
love it when the spirit of the moment makes your inhibitions disappear!!ReplyDelete
I wouldn't know :)Delete
Face it; you can write!ReplyDelete
I have no idea what you're talking about :)Delete
Absolutely! I'm in!ReplyDelete
They'll save you a spot :)Delete
Funny how we suddenly become bashful in the light of day, ashamed of all the fun we had the night before.ReplyDelete
Thank you for reading and commenting :)Delete
hah! those were fun times!ReplyDelete
I guess they must have been :)Delete
I love how the voice comes through so vividly in this short moment.ReplyDelete
Thank you :)Delete
I just loved your take. Creative!ReplyDelete
Thanks very much :)Delete