Sunday, 26 December 2010

McKenzie Meets Seduction

McKenzie Meets Seduction:
The heavy rain beat steadily down on the cathedral steps turning the dust to mud and then washing it away. Spain in the rain – not what he was hoping for! McKenzie sat under the canopy of a café situated on one side of a very beautiful plaza and thoughtfully sipped his café con leche. Normally, he would have savoured this moment while indulging in his favourite pastime; people watching, but the cobbled plaza, now shiny and treacherous, was almost deserted.
McKenzie focussed on the drenched horse-drawn open carriage that waited in vain for tourists. Statuesque, the chestnut brown mare stood completely immobile seeming to enjoy this welcome respite and happily unaware of the unseasonably bad weather. Sun-beaten, the gypsy driver sat forlornly wrapped in a brightly coloured thin plastic poncho that caught the drips from his sodden stiff brimmed hat that, in turn, sheltered the permanent Ducados cigarette burning slowly between his sardonic silent lips.
Would she keep their appointment? Was he bothered? McKenzie had developed an inherent trust in God that gave him the confidence to believe that no matter what happened, everything would work out for the best. Was he bothered? Not at all. However, when Maria Lopez de las Flores appeared out of a narrow lane on the other side of the square, his heart did skip a beat. There was an air of elegance and sophistication like two sisters that accompanied Maria wherever she went.
McKenzie scrutinised every inch of her as she made her way towards him. Her jet-black hair tightly pulled back from her pale sculptured face. Her dark eyes like mysterious deep pools and her ever-so-slightly pouting red lips perfectly complimenting her crimson-red shawl meticulously draped from her pushed-back shoulders like a proud matador’s cape after the kill. She exuded confidence. He was going to have to tread very carefully with this one.
He stood to his feet as she approached. Maria locked her hazel eyes on McKenzie’s Arian-blue stare. She put out her hand for him to welcome her. Taking her fine black calf-skinned glove by the finger tips he bowed slowly to kiss the back of her delicately perfumed and stylishly covered hand.
‘Charmed’ said McKenzie, smiling broadly. ‘Thank you for coming’.
‘The pleasure is all mine’. Maria’s voice resonated from her diaphragm like a treasure that had been hidden until now. Her teeth sparkled although there was no sun. She radiated her own light.
‘Steady…’, mused McKenzie, convinced that Maria could read his thoughts…..
….With persuasive words she led him astray; she seduced him with her smooth talk. All at once he followed her like an ox going to the slaughter, like a deer stepping into a noose.… (Proverbs 7:21-22)
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