Dottie Remembers

What was that word? Dottie couldn't remember, but it niggled at her as she looked at him. He was a Greek god in form and Dottie felt a blush rise to her cheeks but she was not sure why. How long had it been since she touched a man? Had she touched a man? She wondered what it would be like to run a finger down his well muscled arm or to touch his lips with the tip of her...hell, the tip of what? She struggled to put the right word in without success. She closed her eyes and leaned back in the rocker. She dozed off and had vivid dreams of limbs tangled in bed sheets, soft whispers and laughs. She saw no faces though and a sharp hot remembrance lit low in her belly. She said a name, but the breeze carried it away from her.

She awoke with a start and saw him still standing on the green stuff. Who was he? She didn't like him and she felt a wild impulse to throw something at him. Damn, that black hair had a deep blue sheen to it and she wanted to stroke it. She knew it must be, must be, where the hell was lunch? Why was Loretta not setting the table? A tiny hummingbird flitted to the red thing hanging outside her--is it called a fork? She stroked her arm absentmindedly and hated that her once pristine memory was like a...she leaned forward to get a better look at the young man out on the lawn. She knew that, oh, look at the pretty colors. She gazed out the window her eyes slightly out of focus as they tried to look at the tiny bee, or bat or was it a man she loved? Sometimes she thought life was best when you couldn't couldn't, think or and she started to cackle. She was once the prettiest girl in Union County.

Dottie had vivid, is it called red? hair and she thought the young man, no is he old? would surely want to touch...touch a man? She was chilled and the fragments of her dream perhaps her life fractured and reassembled and fractured again within her mind.

Copyright Kim White©2008