Last day at Lake Simcoe

The Seagull, the Lady and the Man!

A stiff breeze blew from the North. The waves, crashing into the boulders on the shore line, had carried white foam caps before they broke up among the rocks and yet, the day was hot.

The Seagull made no forward gain, however swiftly it might have beaten its white wings.

For a moment then, it stood still as if frozen in space and time, until the wind carried it backward, still without motion of its own. Then it dropped straight down into the foaming waves, the black marking on its tail feather visible for a second, entirely submerged, only to reappear dipping and doodling like a miniature white gondola.

Slender to the breaking point, tanned from many hours in the sun, long body in a dangerous bikini, stretched on a blanket, the wind did not seem to disturb her. She lay on her stomach with her head turned to one side. The tension of her muscles however strongly suggested that she was awake.

Her long blond hair, tousled by the wind, was sun-bleached and looked as if it had been worn pony tail fashion.

He came from the nearby three-wheeled refreshment booth, carefully carrying two large paper cups of liquid. He bent down, so that his fat belly doubled over his knees. A heavy black haired, muscular back and seemingly disproportionately long arms almost suggested the presence of a distant relative of his species. With, what seemed like a gentle, mischievous smile of anticipation, he touched the obviously ice cold container against the small of her back.

Was it an involuntary reflex, or a gesture of annoyance, her hand flew out in a wide arc hitting the cup dead square on and sending the liquid in an ice cube filled splash onto his face and down his belly.

At first he scowled, she looked horrified and then they started to laugh; uproariously laugh, rolling on and off the blanket with helpless laughter. When they came to rest, they lay side by side, she curling his black hair upon his back with slender well cared for fingers and his burly hand gently caressing her neck.

The seagulls, there now were three of them cawed and cawed and cawed, as if they too found this situation funny.