Bra in the Branches

This isn't a seagrape, but when
I googled "bra in tree"
I came up with quite 
a few pictures. So
it must have happened
at some point,
by whimsy or design!

A friend was walking down a pathway to the beach
and saw, just out of reach, a piece of clothing dangling
from a seagrape branch as if someone had thrown it
there in haste. A bra, it was, he shared, amazed again
in telling it, with slight embarrassment at mentioning
what he'd been raised to think was clearly un, at least
in such mixed company as ours. Unmentionables like
underwear, or subjects quite taboo to generations past
like S-E-X and what-not, but the story started, he plunged forward and related that he'd had  to jump a little, but he brought it down, a brazen silky black fruit rescued from the elements. He held his breath a moment, listening for the sound of someone making monkey love from further back into the thicket, but he couldn't hear a thing except for muted ocean music and the quickened breath of his exertion and his curiosity.
It seemed unseemly to just leave the item there to sway
with breezes and cause possible alarm to prudish
pathway-goers holding hands with little children who might
glance up, see, and ask too many questions. I have it still,
he said with some chagrin and quoted, then, the cup and number
of its size to all his listeners. That's me! I said, and blushed
a little when I realized I'd blurted it out loud, as I was raised,
like he was, in the South. But bras aren't cheap (not good ones
any how) these days, and it would wash. It's in the wash right now.
And if a woman went back to the pathway hoping to retrieve
her fav'rite bra, I hope she'll laugh to find it gone, and come
up with a story of her own to tell delighted friends.


(c) Ellen Gillette, 2014

No, this didn't happen, not to me anyway. But  like all good stories based in PART on actual events, even if it is as flimsy a connection as hearing someone say they went to the beach, or hearing someone say they found a lost sock, it could have happened this way. And who's to say it hasn't happened to someone, somewhere, sometime?