Blue Jaguar
by Janet Etter
Newport, OR
A vintage blue Jaguar pulled up to my house. The driver gracefully stepped out of the car, removing his shades revealing deep brown eyes. He flashed a dazzling smile and asked, “Ready to go?”
Yes.
Waves crashed white against the rocks as the sun cut through the cloudless sky. A gentle breeze intertwined music from the stereo with the roar of the ocean. Our laughter rang out over squawking seagulls passing high above the bridges connecting lands for our travels.
A sandy retirement village welcomed us to Florence. Driving across the ancient stone bridge, we took a left into the unknown.
The exhilaration of falling ended as the icy water cut through my body. Bridge jumping proved its thrill and we dried in the sun through the windshield.
Another road of winding pine guided us to a lake house ensconced in a small clearing. We spent the afternoon dining and made our journey north to Newport.
Drifting beyond the earth, the sun reflected orange and pink against his shades. We stopped in Yachats for a drink. Sand toys distracted us as we chased each other around the two aisles in the store.
I waved the blue Jaguar good night disappearing into the stars and deep black and I knew summer would end.
