by Ione Citrin

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The Fisherman

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30" high x 20" wide oil on canvas He rose out of the sea like a God carrying fish. He was beautiful. Blond, muscular, strong. The site of him took her breath away. Marci often came to this beach, it was usually deserted. Today it wasn't. She watched him through half closed eyes as he prepared the fish and gathered his belongings. The boat he was on slowly left the shore for another run, and all the fisherman on board yelled their "g'byes". Marci began to daydream all sorts of thoughts as he slowly disappeared toward the parking lot. Yes, she was attracted to him; she was attracted to all good looking men. She closed her eyes and continued her daydreams in the hot sun. Daydreams were easier than reality. The sun warmed her very bones. It was relaxing, soothing, penetrating. Her mind drifted along with the crash of the waves inventing all sorts of imaginary meetings and situations with him and other men. The afternoon passed, and a sudden chill in the wind reminded her that it was time to leave the beach and go back to her apartment. "Tomorrow is another day", she whispered. "Tomorrow is another day."

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