a call for monsieur dunaub

the warm breeze lifted the soft fragrances of the white gladioli and summer delphinium up into the dizzying heights over the sea, then silently pushed them back down along the eastern jet stream across the azure blue coastline of saint tropez. “monsieur dunaub?” the waiter called out over the vast stone balcony of the hotel le beauvallon. a dark tanned man in a white striped sailing jacket rose his hand up slightly without averting his gaze from the sea. the waiter steadied the phone on the upheld tray as he negotiated the labyrinth of cafĂ© tables and various nonchalant guests until he reached monsieur dunaub. “a telephone call for your monsieur.” the waiter spoke as he leaned down with one white gloved hand firmly behind his back. monsieur dunaub reached into his jacket and casually removed a gitanes from a small silver case, tapped it twice on the edge, then placed the cigarette in his mouth. “who is it?” monsieur dunaub said softly without looking up at the young man. jim laughed. “who is who?” jim said as he shook dan’s shoulder. “wake up you poor bastard, your starting to burn.” dan opened his eyes in a daze and could feel the heat of his skin. his squinting eyes struggling to adjust to the blinding flashes of the children thrashing in the pool. “great.” he mumbled as he removed a cold beer from the cooler and walked over to a chair that sat in the cool shade of the buildings corner overhang. he opened the beer and sat it protectively under his seat without taking a drink. he folded his arms and rested his chin on his chest as the sounds of laughing and splashing slowly faded away. “i am so sorry monsieur dunaub, but she is waiting.” the young waiter said holding the tray a little closer to his reach. monsieur dunaub held his gaze on the distant white caps that danced on the sparkling french sea. “thank you sir, but i am not to be disturbed.”

4 comments:

Perfect Virgo said...

I last smoked in 1997. Gitanes in a silver case - so Gallic, so debonnaire SO PUNGENT!!

Lizabeth said...

Marvelous!

I just love the new look! You must have put some time into it!

Kim said...

Excellent! Looks nice around here...

ted said...

Your stuff makes me laugh. The problem with that is I'm getting over a cold and I have this really bad smoker's cough every time I laugh. I read the story about that Duke Boys mirror thief and started coughing so hard my left lung flopped out of my mouth. Luckily my brother was here and knew what to do. He kicked me real hard right where it counts, so now it's all good.