ARGENTINA. Buenos Aires Through Harold’s Lens:
Blackness enveloped our private cabin deep in the Argentina woods.
Soft pine branches brushed the roof. Candles flickered their specs of light off a crushed leather sofa. Pine logs crackled in the fireplace.
The soft, soothing sounds of Love Me Tender. The King!
I sat on the warm animal skin rug in front of the glow. A bottle of red. Uncorked. Two crystal wine glasses. Where were you?
Slowly, from the darkened doorway, your long tanned legs first appeared. Barefoot. Slinking, you walked towards me. Arms surrounding a tan, deeply furred wrap across your bare upper body. Yellow necklace tucked into cleavage.
Slowly you sat down besides me.
Fade to black.














