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Cheap
shots
My camera was loaded, but I was taking cheap shots,
mentally picking off the ebb and flow of a dull holidaying
humanity, bland passing bland, soccer shirted and silly
shorted, as they made their annual package promenade along
destiny seafront.
Stallholders, novelty vendors and shopkeepers peddling their
array of kiss me quick baubles, branded by this, that, or any
other resort name. Pale northern European skins of pale
northern Europeans were undergoing sizzle blister courtesy of
an unaccustomed, broiling sun.
Stifling heat accompanied the afternoon’s cookery lesson,
instruction that was presently being ignored, but would
subsequently be paid for in pounds of peeling flesh, as
portions of body attached themselves to monogrammed hotel bed
spread, and that flu like nausea crashed in waves over fallen
victims, sunstroke stricken.
I
lay shaded in waiting, ready to pounce on the jingle
announcement of that all important phone call to come, next
piece of writing work, or next photo, that might, just might
keep Zorro away from my door until at least another day,
affording comforts crumb. But the feel of flaccid note, or hard
coin currency was currently avoiding any pocket relationship,
and no such union was visible on the financial horizon. For
sure, grabbing hands were outstretched for their cut of my
society debt, clawing at the hoped for alms but remaining
emptily un-rewarded with major yet fruitless effort.
That call did not come…the carcass of my expectancy lay slumped
in side street opportunity. Oh there was always interest
aplenty, but the mention or even thought of euros scared away
potential investors in this art.
They all wanted freebies, and how stupid was that?
………Ring – ring……….ring – ring ………….ring – ring…………
Surf Bum
Donald Innes is a writer and photographer,
see more of his pictures on
http://donaldinnesross-aplaceforinnes.blogspot.com
If you are interested in buying any of his pictures just
call him on 662 529580
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