I Found Her

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I was going to title this blog ‘Camping With Rena Easton’ but, then started composing about what a great camper she was. Why? Why was she so great? The answer is…..I found her, in a doorway, near the Venice Pier, at 2:30 A.M. For the next fifty days she went everywhere I go, slept where I slept, and ate what I ate. We lay down on floors, in a backyard, in a tent. We both had nowhere to stay. We were rarely apart. She would not let me in the water with her. I still wonder why.

When she glided out of that doorway, I suppressed a gasp. She took my breath away. It was impossible to look at her. I had to look away to gain my composure. Now she asks;

“Can I walk with you?”

To this day, this is the most profound question ever sent my way. I suppress the urge to say “What?” in order to stall or time. Feeling weak in the knees, I look up at her. She is tall, a inch shorter than me, but, she has me completely dominated. I take her in, and my heart skips several beats. Rena is the most beautiful creature I have ever seen walking the earth. Her eyes are locked on me, boring into my being, waiting for my answer.

“You’re half cat, half woman. Aren’t you?”

“Yes! But, what does that have to do with my question?’

Jon Presco

Copyright 2017

About Royal Rosamond Press

I am an artist, a writer, and a theologian.
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1 Response to I Found Her

  1. Reblogged this on Rosamond Press and commented:

    Montana must rurge the Evangelical Nazis. https://rosamondpress.com/2017/02/20/the-californian/

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