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- Path: sparky!uunet!canetoad!annie
- From: annie@canetoad.UUCP (Picasso-puss)
- Newsgroups: alt.prose
- Subject: Compromising Gorgeous
- Distribution: world
- Message-ID: <annie.0546@canetoad.UUCP>
- Date: 2 Jan 93 21:35:24 EDT
- Organization: The Satellite of Love
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- The moon shimmered like a desert mirage. It skimmed and
- bounced over the waters of the bay:
-
- water polluted by industry
- water stirred by the skating of long-legged bugs
- water shat in by fish
- water under the bridge
-
- Gorgeous didn't care. Gorgeous ignored the moon's prancing
- and jiggling. She walked the beach, head bent down and
- forward, looking for treasures in the sand.
-
- "If I can find a parrot's beak, a longshoreman and a ticket
- to San Francisco, I shall be perfectly happy for the rest
- of my life."
-
- Presently she happened upon a bird. The bird waddled
- back and forth on a bit of driftwood, its head hung at
- precisely the same angle as Gorgeous'.
-
- "What do you seek?" asked Gorgeous.
-
- The bird replied without lifting its head, merely rolling its
- eyes up to look at her. "Naught but relief. You are quite
- beautiful, you know."
-
- "I'm Gorgeous, yes. Relief from what?"
-
- "The weight of my mouth, or beak if you will. The law says
- that I cannot be rid of it, except by offering it as a gift.
- You...?"
-
- "Of course." With a quick twist, she took the beak off.
-
- The bird, smiling with its soft, bald orifice, flapped away
- over the water.
-
- "A beak's a beak, I suppose." Gorgeous walked on.
-
- "Heigh-ho! Watch the feet."
-
- She stopped so fast that her knees locked, and she pitched
- forward into the sand. She turned her head and found
- herself at eye level with a man, buried up to his neck. He
- grinned at her, one gold tooth flashing in the moonlight.
-
- "I'm ppfffthshtht," she spat out sand, "very sorry. Did I step
- on you, sir? Pfffft."
-
- "No, but I might have enjoyed it. You're stunning, you know."
-
- "I know. How did you come to be buried in sand?"
-
- "A vindictive lover. Would you...?"
-
- "Of course." With small pawing motions, she dug a trench around
- him. Finally he was able to break free.
-
- "I am indebted to you, madam. How shall I repay your kindness?"
-
- "Skip the formalities. Marry me."
-
- He fell on one knee, pressed her hand between his two.
- "Consider it done. I am yours forever."
-
- "A man's a man, I suppose." Gorgeous and the man walked on.
-
- "May I drive you somewhere?" He pointed up the dune to the
- nose of a car, just visible over the rise.
-
- They walked closer, and she saw a slip of paper tucked under
- the windshield wiper. The paper snapped in the wind.
- "What's that?" She stood very still.
-
- He went to the car and bent over the windshield, then turned
- to stare up at a sign. His lips formed the words: No Parking.
- "It's a ticket."
-
- In a moment she was by his side. "Give me."
-
- She took the ticket, crumpled it, stuffed it into the bird's beak
- and flung it out toward the water. The wind caught it, tossed
- it up in front of the moon, where it hung a moment before
- dropping back to the sand.
-
- "Now I'm ready," she said. "I've had my beak and my man
- and my ticket. Now I can be the first driver to go at a
- four-way stop. I can answer my phone on the very first ring.
- I can travel to Bali if I damned well like. Don't mind
- the recipe; I'm ready, and I'll do as I please."
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