Lights Out

It had been a long time since I watched the sunset.

What better use of my extended vacation than to gather inspiration from watching the sun strip-off its bright clothing, and go skinny-dipping in the deep blu...err...greyish sea.

I intended to wax lyrical about each wave emptying itself on the shore, the sun melting into the horizon, while pretty little plastic bags scuttled to and fro ... you know ... deep meaningful stuff.

However, a sudden rise in the tide drove out a few creatures hitherto hidden from view.

A Casanova; wiry and with an upturned collar, helped his blushing belle scamper out of their love nest. Now that the water had reclaimed the path they had taken to the love nest, there was only one way out.

They had to make the climb of shame. Slowly negotiating tetrapods, in plain sight of the general boulevard population.

My fellow onlookers included sari-clad behemoths who clucked disapprovingly while their linen held their bellies hostage. A few meters away from them, sat penis pinchers- self-pleasuring men who kept count of the women passers-by, by pinching themselves when they passed.

Everyone turned their attention to the climbers. I watched them struggling- hopping onto one tetrapod, ambling past the next one. Everyone hoped in unison that they would slip and land on their backsides

Steadily they climbed, before I realised it, they were in front of me, all that stood between them and me was a tiny chasm. Casanova reached out his hand. Everyone stared at me now. I wondered where his hand had been.

As I pulled him to safety, I felt the stares on me. I had robbed from my fellow viewers the sadistic pleasure of watching Casanova falling into the water.

He pulled his girl to the boulevard, they walked away, and everything returned back to normal. Penis pinchers maintained an impressive pace, aunties belched, while the sea quietly extinguished the light.

It still has been a long time since I watched the sunset.