September Song

by P. David Hornik (March 2016)
 

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Most women, when they leave their poolside chairs to go to the concession stand, wrap a towel around the lower part of their bodies so as not to be too provocative outside the domain of the pool itself. A minority, though, usually tourists, don’t bother. When these women walk up to the concession stand, the men who hang around at the tables in front of it, and the one working in the stand itself, see the whole sight, the upper part and the lower part.

When she gets up to walk to the concession stand, she doesn’t wrap a towel around herself. The men at the tables, and the one in the stand itself, ponder the text of her body: pale, slightly aged but still fit, imported from a far country, soon to return to it. They ponder, but they would never think of approaching her.

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P. David Hornik is a freelance writer and translator in Beersheva, Israel. In recent years his work appears especially on the PJ Media and Frontpage Magazine sites, and his book Choosing Life in Israel was published in 2013. He is also the author of a forthcoming autobiography.

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