A whipping breeze stung my cheeks, flicking my hair up off of my shoulders in unorganized sections and tangling the strands into nervous knots. A long day’s work had become a long night’s, and I was ready to retreat home–to forget it all in the sunken warmth of my pillow.
Without dull orange street lamps to flood the deserted parking lot with light, my vision remained dim within the shadows. I slipped a cramped hand into my fleece pocket, curling my thumb into the ring of my keychain. It rattled. Something ducked in front of me.
It was the left that drew me in. Hash marks—perhaps marking the passage of time? Or is each raised, dull scar a memory of pain? Freedom from it?
The first thought in my head concerned his tank top. I don’t recall what patriotic beer logo may have adorned the front, but I do remember a distinct lack of sleeves. It felt like peeking in someone’s dresser drawers—into places a stranger should never go. His skin, freckled and rough from sun damage, was out for all to see. Naked, bare in more ways than one. I blushed. I stared.
Isn’t it normal to hide the evidence? Should he have locked it up so women on the beach, like myself, would not find their eyes fixed on the horizontal stripes that repeated from shoulder to elbow? It was the unexpectedness of his confidence that made my brow rise and my eyes follow as he strode past my settled patch of sand. What’s the story?
A month has gone by, but I still consider him and wander after him in my memories. I blush again; I’m certain I’ve been caught where a stranger should never go.
Thanks to some yellow-brick-road-style link clicking, I found myself a treasure-trove (or Emerald City, if you will) of Mac applications that make me all dreamy-eyed and drooly. I’d like to share 7 of them here, in case they inspire you or whet your Apple Appetite like they did mine: