(see link below for the original by Phineas)
http://artandwordgrinders.blogspot.com/2015/04/roadbed-thru-sea.html
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Roadbed Sweetly Through The Sea
I was walking on the beach enveloped by a deliciously fragrant pre-rain breeze when I happened upon a talking raven. He appeared alone in an intense discussion - as I approached he became agitated and flew at me. I ducked and told him I meant no harm but was just curious. He remarked that some people on the beach were not very friendly, “but you I like”. I thanked him, smoothed his fine black ruffled feathers and continued my walk.A man approached me and remarked relating to my swim garb, he was quite correct in that it boldly accentuates the sinuous curves of my body, a combination of muscle and volutioned curve one does not quite often see, but I digress… He begged me to tell him where I was staying and to have dinner with him. I said I be delighted to do so - but my fiancĂ©e might not find it so charming. I smiled, bid him good day and left. You must forgive me my bold lie as I have not so much as considered a running mate or even an errand boy, but I did not want to harm him, he seemed fragile… I really, really was not then in the mood for company and just wanted to collect my thoughts. I felt that the raven was some lost relative somehow and had not put that bird to rest.
After a mile stroll I became clear and noted the time. I was early for dinner and so I sat at the hotel bar. A man with a moustache bought me a delightful drink and (also to my delight) he kept his mouth tastefully closed not trying to pry me open in any way. He was simple, charming, handsome and silent, which was appropriate for my disposition. I was tempted - to say the least, but this trip - was planned for no entanglements mental, physical or emotional and was to remain just that way. I touched the back of his left hand, smiled and left. He being clever enough, did not give chase.
I went to my room where only moments before my food had been delivered. Covered and at perfect temperature on the balcony the moist morsels delivered me into a sweet agony, while the moon was easy enough to behold just beyond my fork. I ate. Fully sated I had a few sips of wine that married a reflection of the meal that only the gods could have imagined. Then I came down. Leaving the balcony I went out to the gaming room, where I proceeded to lose every penny I had in my schedule, joyful but not too brief as I had won at roulette in the interim.
In the morning after a massage I played shuffleboard with Mr Pleasantly Silent, they had a wonderful chilled complimentary fruit cup for the players, I beat him without mercy. We had breakfast together though his hardly had a calorie. Then I boarded my plane and he his. Oh what a sweet and wonderful three and a half days, I am sure the raven is happy with me and I with him.
