How had she gotten to this hut? she wondered. In her mind she could still hear the saxophone playing. She had been dancing with the thin muscular young man. His hands had been guiding her around the dance floor. She hardly noticed the crowd. She had been lost in his rhythm. It was all she remembered about last night.
But this morning she woke alone in a hut. It was in the jungle , near a pond. It was made of wood- not the traditional straw hut. Across from the pond, was a large shelter. In fact it was a house,
She went up to the door of the house and knocked. A thin teenage girl answered. Maria told the girl her name and asked "Where am I?" The young girl laughed but did not answer the question. Instead she said " Come in. We have been expecting you. Maria entered. "On this island the police sometimes raid the Jazz clubs. David-the man you were dancing with brought you here. By tomorrow they will have moved on to a new club, and you can go back to your hotel." Maria was baffled. "Where is David?" " He is with friends. Oh, he does not do anything illegal. You Americans, always assuming good looking spanish men are drug dealers," Maria blushed. "He's a very good dancer" The lady laughed "They say he is a really good kisser too." Maria changed the topic "What am I supposed to do till tomorrow?" " He noticed you had a camera in your purse. I have it here. He suggested that we go take pictures. But you must be hungry."
Maria smiled , she ate a better egg dish then she would have gotten at the tourist spots around her hotel. The young girl was called Anita. They climbed into a American Jeep, and cruised the Island. Anita liked to talk about David. Maria cautiously asked "You like to talk about David". "Oh, he's my brother. Not by blood, but his father married my mother. David is not here often. He is just on my mind. Plus I get scared when he goes to the Jazz clubs. They are unsafe. Some of the men carry too much money- they must be up to something. Nobody brings a wad of bills to listen to music. David says these men are just into themselves. They think it will impress young American women." Maria knew these men. They were in New York too. "Money doesn't make the man". she responded.
"Where does he sell his art work?she asked. It turned out that David was in New York alot. The large painting she had seen in the house was one of his. "He's very good," she said. Anita laughed, " You have to be, to sell in New York. He is also a writer. That was his reason for being in the Jazz club. His articles are in the hotel's newsletters for the American quests. Of course he doesn't mention the police raids. The police avoid the clubs on the weekends. Americans like to party on the weekend. The city needs the tourist money more than they need the fines, they collect from the club.
Maria was tired when she returned to the hut. Her camera card was full, but her laptop was in the hotel. The youngman from last night was swimming in the pool. She blushed and turned away, he was naked. He laughed and slipped into a big towel."You Americans, either sleeping with everyone, or as shy as a nun." Maria was speechless. The rhythm of the tune last night had made her affection seem easy, but standing here in front of her dream naked man, she felt shy.
"Wait one moment," he said, and disappeared into the hut., He arrived back in minutes, in shorts and a tank top. She was. torn- she wanted to download her photos,but seeing him was a once in a life time opportunity.
'"Anita took me around town to explore and take photos". She was shocked when he seemed to read her mind. " You want to go to the hotel and download your photos. Why don't I take you out to dinner, when you are done working. Tomorrow I can take you to the local photo shop. I have a portfolio, you can put them in. I assume you do 8x10. She did, and she was speechless. She could hardly say ,yes.
In the jeep ,she started humming the tune they had been dancing to. "That sax tune, it has been in my head, and the way you danced to it- caught the rhythm. He laughed. This lady was definitely different.
Years later when David told the story- he would joke about Wiley the Jazz player and how his tune had brought David his wife. Maria would always blush and hug her husband.
But on their first date, she was just beginning to feel, David and her's magic.
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Antoinette L Brey
I am an elder in a time of freedom. I am now retired. All i want to do is have fun. Without a daily routine, my imagination is one of my only salvations. I am not planning on writing a book, it is just for my own pleasure
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Nice take on the challenge, love the way you wove the words into it
Love this 🥰a Great way to put your love for JAZZ in a story