love in the time of coronavirus
This occurred nine days ago, before my current state of dizziness began.
Knowing a pandemic was sweeping across the world, I expected to find the tourist beach desolate. I wasn’t disappointed.
Before long, I discovered an open beach bar with one sole patron. A beautiful young woman with green eyes that silently spoke to me.
We were both affected by the magic of our eye contact.
My “hola” was followed by her “bonjour.”
My heart sank. UGH! For three years Cynthia from the debate class did my French homework in high school.
Oh, karma had a sadistic way of coming back to bite you right in the croissants. Where was Cynthia now?
Lucie spoke little English, but her accent…..oh it was heavenly. The Beach Boy has a weakness for sexy accents (and hosiery)! Hey, Superman has his kryponite, I have mine.
She had small dainty feet, well manicured, toe nails painted a soft shade of coral, with a sexy sea shell ankle bracelet. I was melting.
We communicated by pointing, through sign language, Google tranlsate on my phone, and glowing smiles. I was in full James Bond mode.
Magic had returned to my life.
I prepared for the right moment to impress her with the only French I remembered, “Le chat est sur la table.” (“The cat is on the table”). Damn my luck, it was a cat-less beach.
Pinkies entwined, we walked the beach. Played frisbee. I explored her soft hands.
Venturing into the water, the rough waves knocked us around, giving her a reason to hold my arms and chest. It allowed me to cling to her bare waist. We shared tender little kisses on the cheek and lips.
Then, came one long lasting kiss, which I felt in my soul. We were alone in the world and the world was ours.
Taking my hand, she led me back to her blanket. Pulling out her cell phone, she swiped through dozens of photos, showing me her man and their wedding pics.
Lucie was married. Apparently, he was in some business meeting.
Looking into my eyes, she pouted before giving me one last kiss. Watching her walk out of my life, my broken heart filled with hope.
Why shouldn’t it?
While a deadly pandemic forced a world to shut its doors in fear, I opened my heart and found love in the time of coronavirus.
The Lonely Author 