Friday, March 25, 2011

When Harry Met Callie


By Absolutely*Kate & Harry B. Sanderford

When Harry met Callie he was wearing soft blue worn jeans, a plain white T-shirt and a sailboat . . . nothing more, nothing less, but that was plenty a lot for Callie. When Callie met Harry she was wearing the modest half of a silver bikini and sputtering  salt water onto that plain white T in response to the CPR he administered after fishing this most exotic creature from the clear blue Caribbean. Callie was lost in finding Harry's eyes as clear blue as the Caribbean while a mixed mouthful of sputter signals sensated from his particular CPR technique. Did the Red Cross really advocate massage therapy? "Do'n'n'n't stop," she purred thinking she'd shivered against his timber. Oh but to gauge the timber of a man. 't'was Callie's heart revived but Harry's cheeks that colored, and as first aid rounded second base it would be his own rusty heart to beat free of his chest and flap helplessly upon the deck for the beautiful nymph plucked from the sea. Under the strain of voyaging, this sea goddess of Aphrodite knew that many sailors through the ages have seen in the ocean the embodiment of their deepest fears and desires. This mortal who'd plucked her from sea and lucked her heart free, seemed so the reel-deal. Nothing about the way his strength exuded and his emotions protruded let her feel he'd zeal just for the halibut. Would her mermaiden secret be safe 'pon his deck? Callie decided this mortal grasping her pelvic and pectoral might just be her Adonis. Nothing ventured nothing gained, she allowed Harry to glimpse not the silvery bikini bottom, but instead revealed her actual tarpon type tail fins; the sight of which left Harry not knowing whether to heave-to, fall off, or run (it had been a very long time). Smitten though he was, he finally decided he knew when to fish or cut bait....and it was at that moment they hit the reef.

23 comments:

Laurita said...

Was this the one that got away? No one will belive this fishing tale. Good job, you two.

Kevin Michaels said...

Excellent! A rip-roaring whale of a tail (yea...I couldn't resist). Seriously, really enjoyed this story. Great job guys!

ABSOLUTELY*KATE said...

Oh Har ... oh Laurita, oh Kevin ~ reading me-and-Har-tales-out-to-sea just still bring out the thrill in me.

Throwin' Harry a line, gettin' all excited in kind (with his sentence structure!), our back and forth and all the guffaws and raised eyebrows we do at our keyboards along the way is the adrenaline stuff writers raise the mains'l higher for.

THANKS for the repost of this repast this day you reel-deeler. Aye Matie ... timber be timbre.

~ Absolutely*Kate

ABSOLUTELY*KATE said...

Har - Did your bro paint that beauty up there? May I have an original "Kenny" for my studio wall?

It's so gorgeous I want to be there ~
forever and a day.
~ A*K

John Wiswell said...

Half of this has the tone I was reaching for in my #fridayflash, but not so wordy as wistful. Well done, Harry.

Minor typo: "Oh but to guage the timber of a man." - I think you meant "gauge"

theothersideofdeanna said...

Oh you two are simply Brilliant together! Apart too, but together? Wham-Bam brilliant! This is one I'd love to hear, not sure in whose voice, but I'd love to hear it, hint-hint. ;)

David Barber said...

Great story, H & K. Enjoyed that.

Have a great weekend, Harry!

Steve Green said...

Once again Harry you've had me laughing whilst reading. Although this is prose, there are a few rhymingy-type words thrown into it, I think this must be purposeful, and it adds a certain rhythm to the reading.

I actually snorted on the line about massage therapy. Loved the last line too. :)

Stephen said...

Quite a fish tale, this one. The descriptions and wording were spicy at times and certainly enjoyable to read, my favorite phrase being: "... as first aid rounded second base..."

Thanks for tag-teaming on this. It was fun.

Alan W. Davidson said...

A fanciful, sexy little tail. Er...tale. So who be in charge here, and who be the first mate? Nice job, you guys!

Icy Sedgwick said...

Wow, careful what you fish for, eh? (ho ho)

Wonderful tale.

Cathy Webster (Olliffe) said...

You guys are having WAY too much fun here! I go fishing a lot but I never catch anything this good!!! So who lured who into this funsome reel?

Stephen said...

Liked the wearing 'a sailboat' line, the drip feed of nautical terms as part of the quirky humour, and a nice collision with a reef at the end. St.

ABSOLUTELY*KATE said...

Well howzabout that Har. They like our quirky humour . . . That's our best genre - quirk and tell. ~ Harry's so dang humble he'll wait four more days but I'm headed on the road and wanted to *wave* to all you mighty cool folks over at Har's house o'writing. My, my Sanderford - you sure know a lot of #Friday Flashin' Steves, don'tcha?

Mr Wiswell, good gauging the timber of our timbre and the whimsical of it all. Mrs Webster -- I got my DOOR in - that one'll work, OK? Har, will you pour Deanna something cool and sweet. Just because.

~ Absolutely*Kate wondering, "Are we ready for our sequel?"

G.P. Ching said...

She shivered against his timber. HAHAHA! This was great! Loved it!

Madam Z said...

What fun! I love all the "fishy" metaphors, especially the one allowing Harry's "...heart to beat free of his chest and flap helplessly upon the deck..."

Also, kudos to "Icy" for her comment, "careful what you fish for."

Eric J. Krause said...

Excellent story! Quite a visual this one had throughout. And it certainly ends with a bang...

Tim VanSant Writes said...

Wonderful wordplay. I really enjoyed this.

L'Aussie said...

Well done Harry and Absolutely Kate. Great story and I could visualise it. Descriptions were great.

Denise<3

nurry said...

Well well my dear mysterious Kate....your writing always leaves me in awe..
this is a beautiful piece of writing....wow.
love n light

Harry said...

Thanks alot everyone!

J. M. Strother said...

This is just plain fun. Nice job you two. :)
~jon

AidanF said...

Amusing wordplay.