Damn, but he was sexy, sitting astride the horse, chest hair poking above his polo shirt. Normally his buttoned-up doctor’s coat revealed only a tanned jawline.
He threw his polo mallet on the ground as I offered him the tray of tumblers.
“You look strangely familiar,” he said, taking a drink and swinging his leg over the horse, landing on the ground beside me without spilling a drop of Jamaican rum.
“Don’t know why,” I said, tossing my raven hair. “I used to be an alien in a previous life.”
Really, I was simply out of my nurse’s uniform, and his probable myopia made seeing me for the person I really was, improbable.
“My contact lenses fell out on the playing field,” he said. “Perhaps everyone looks strangely familiar.”
He downed the glass as I watched his Adam’s apple throb. I was giving him my best signals and he was lobbing them in all directions. Frankly, I wanted to take the polo mallet and smash it over his head. These diet pills were getting me nowhere.
I dropped the tray of drinks on the ground. “Oh, I’m so clumsy,” I gasped. “I hope my mysterious illness isn’t flaring up. No one seems to know a cure.”
He bent down and picked up the tray. His subservience was immediately unappealing. This paediatrician stalking was a joke. Perhaps I should try another profession as my friend Marta suggested. She had snared a nice psychiatrist and a great couch to boot.
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>His subservience was immediately unappealing.<
Did you mean 'This' instead of 'His'?
The story was witty and entertaining. Loved the final punchline.
Interesting question – but no, I meant “His”.
Does “This” work better? Actually, it probably does, so perhaps it’s an even better question!
I wish I had submitted this story not quite so early and changed a few words, but there you go … thank you for your praise, and time in reading and commenting.
The last sentence is killer. Peace…
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