Three Chairs on the Beach
THERE WERE THREE BEACH CHAIRS lined up on a lovely stretch of sand at a luxurious holiday resort. Kelly sat on one of the chairs with her stomach bandaged; Mohammed sat on the chair next to her with his leg in a cast; and Ali sat reclined on the third chair. A seaplane sat moored offshore. It was a beautiful day and the three of them were together. With their mission fulfilled, they were completely relaxed and happy. Mohammed pulled down his beach hat and closed his eyes.
Kelly looked at Ali and asked, “So, what do we do now for excitement? It seems nothing will excite me now. I’m going to find everything else too normal.”
Ali laughed. He got up from his chair and sat down on hers. “We start by me nursing you back to health. After all, you have done it for me twice. It’s the least I can do in return.”
“I did it for love…and you will do it for…” she said flirtatiously.
Ali tapped her nose with his index finger and said, looking into her eyes, “I, too, will do it for love, my love.” He pressed his lips against hers in a long kiss. Kelly took his face in her hands and that excited him even more.
After a few seconds, she asked, “After that, what will we do?” She was driving him toward something specific, but she wanted it to come from him.
Ali stood up and gave her question some thought. He waved his hands in the air and said, ”Oh, there are many things to do and see in this world. I’m sure we will find something to ease the boredom.”
“I don’t know,” Mohammed chipped in. “I could easily get used to this!” He spread his arms wide. “I wouldn’t mind.” The three of them broke out in laughter.
Ali looked far into the distance, where the sea met the sky. He seemed to be lost in his thoughts. After a minute, he took Kelly’s hand in his, knelt down beside her, and said, “Maybe I can show you where I grew up, God willing. Would you like to see my country?”
She smiled wide. This is what Kelly had wanted to hear all along. This time, she leaned forward to put her lips on his.