A Wishful Dream
A fantasy story, written on holiday in Greece with my late wife.I lay on the lounger, I watch as you swim back and forth in the pool, your naked tanned body moves effortlessly through the water. You ease yourself from the pool. Your body glistens in the morning sun, from the combination of water and tanning oil. For it is still early, the morning sun rests on the hills overlooking the villa. You walk towards me your gorgeous blue eyes hidden by the wraparound sunglasses, your long hai...