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Granadina: The Grand Dame of Waiting
№ 53 of 💯 — Is there some bustle in her hedgerow?
“Look at me!” screams her dress.
“Who? Moi?”
She smiles coyly, standing in her early 20th-century Granada garden. Her shawl is tightly wrapped around her bodice and draped over one shoulder.
Clearly, she is not that wide. Or perhaps she is hiding someone?
A white linen skirt peeks out from beneath.
Ah, the hand on her hip. Much like that woman who was waiting for her lover to arrive. But who is Granadina waiting for?
Maybe she is waiting for her lover to finish.
The vibrancy of the purple fabric. Boisterous bright flowers embroidered into the fabric. She’s never made a delicate choice.
Her head cocked to one side, the same angle as the wilting white carnation held up towards her cheek.
If she were at the New Orleans Jazz Fest seventy years later, she would gladly join Kappa and Karen as they floated about the fairgrounds, finding unsuspecting college boys sitting on the lawn — listening to the jambalaya of bluesy rhythms coming from nearby stages.
Slowing walking up behind their targets, the nymphs would slowly lift their matching white linen peasant skirts, then gently drape them over the heads of the boys they wanted to play with. And there the girls would stand, just for a few minutes, silently toasting each other with a plastic cup of draft Dixie beer, grinning at the simplicity of it all.
The stars may have been on stage, but these young maidens were holding court in the middle of it all, with just a hint of ecstasy rolling through their systems, propelling them to another circle of the unsuspecting.
“Who? Us?”
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Bob Merckel is a writer, language teacher, and corporate refugee who spends most of his time between Barcelona and Provincetown. He usually plays well with others. You can follow him on Twitter @bobzyeruncle.
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