The opening to “Egdar & Gert Part 2 – Love and Dentures” (full story to be posted in a few days) He awoke in a fog. No, not the mental fog that we’ve all experienced in the initial seconds after waking from a deep sleep. He was out on the bank, in the fog. It was June 2, 1970 – Gert’s 60thth birthday – and Egdar had arranged a romantic weekend of camping on the bank, just outside Empty Harbour. Their camping spot held a special place in Egdar’s heart. It was where his mudder told him that he had been conceived after a night on the home brew with a Portuguese cooks helper she met “on the boats” in town. And, Egdar figured, if this spot was good enough for his mudder and Estavo, it was good enough for him & Gert! The fog was lifting now, and the sun’s rays began to dance across his beloved’s angelic face. He marveled at the way the rays sparkled on her dew laden moustache, like a thousand tiny salt & pepper diamonds. As the sun’s intensity grew, its rays, shining through a large dew drop hanging from the end of Gert’s nose, cast a beautiful rainbow against the pup tent wall. At that moment, bathed in the warm glow of Gert’s nose-drop rainbow, Egdar felt the familiar pangs of passion well up inside him. Finally, he could take this no more, and he made his move. “Jeeeezus Egdar, I told you to put that flashlight down by your feet. It’s poking me in the arse”, Gert muttered, still half asleep. “The flashlight IS down by my feet, my honeybun”, Egdar replied. “What the….lord Jezus, get off of me you dirty little frigger” Gert yelled. “But Gert, it’s your birthday. You know I always give you your “gift” on your birthday” Egdar pleaded. “That’s for YOUR birthday, you idiot. Jezus, your mind is going now too. Now put that away for christ’s sake” Gert growled. >>>>>>>>>>>>>
Posted on: Wed, 05 Mar 2014 06:05:22 +0000
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