Boy Monkey Hi-Jinks and other whatnot...

23 October 2017 12:00 AM
He held a leash in his hand, was walking through the yards, whistling, that unmistakable call to a dog, dog named of Max, Max went by wouldn't you with a human who doesn't pay attention, I'd run for the hills climbing the three the girl with the braids and overalls, scaled a tough branch, limb wide enough and strong enough to sits thee down, and she held on, big brown eyes, and slight freckles, her hair dark, almost black she curled her legs around that tree branch, fighting the impulse to swing upside down like a monkey, chewing the air, and scratching between her ribs going "OH OH OH," half monkey half human, swing down to the ground and run into the jungle near the ocean, the path that lead anywhere on this island was convenient, this was a small enough spot that you could reach one end, or the other, left right, she sat on the patio, blonde wood steps, and was weaving a basket out of palm leaves, narrow leaves, the basket would hold her vegetables that she would cut from the trees, or tall shaggy bushes in-between the forest and the town, she was an expert with that machete, but what if he never wanted to leave that island, soggy toast, and baked beans, not too soggy though, she liked to have tomato juice with her fried eggs and kippers, he was an odd one, that bloke, never smiled, but played games, in an odd way, okay , let's book, get out of town, perhaps I should go to Paris, but I don't want to go up that tower, just being in the vicinity, let's go people watching, let's count how many foreigners end up here, everyone is foreign at one point or another, i.e., experience something new, you are alien to it, hence it is foreign to you, blah, blah...