Nomadic Narrative

While reclining on a comfy chaise on the patio of my Punta Caracol Suite perched on stilts in the Caribbean Sea, I thought about the lovely solo honeymoon I was enjoying at this famed romantic retreat. I repeated the dive in and dry off ritual for hours while listening to the occasional school of fish rustling the water’s surface.

I opened the collection of short stories I’m reading and perused the table of contents. When I read short stories, I don’t always go from beginning to end. I decided that “Have Book, Will Travel” by Thomas Swick sounded appropriate, so I flipped to page 222. In the sixth paragraph, I read: “probably sounds as uplifting as a solo honeymoon.” As I reached for another sip of my piña colada without a single thought of what I’d be doing in the next few minutes or even hours, I couldn’t have disagreed more with Mr. Swick.