A Good Head by Perry Nardone

Nardo walked along the beach and noticed a woman buried in sand. Her long black hair was wet from waves, her face tan from long days in the sun. He approached the buried body, and she spoke, “Hey, hello. Would you move me? The waves have given me a headache. I’ve been here for hours and I need water.”

“Why would someone leave you? How cruel. And dangerous. You could drown.” Close up Nardo noticed her blue green eyes and luscious lips.

“That would be the least of my worries,” she said.

He detected a slight accent.

“Please just move me. The seagulls shat on me. They think I’m a crustacean…their next meal.”

“No problem. Just give me a minute.” Nardo searched for a flat rock and dug around her head. He dug a few inches and tried to hoist her out of the sand.

“Listen honey, what’s you name?”

“Nardo.”

“That’s unusual. First or last name?”

He kept digging, but saw no body.

“My only name.”

“I see. No problem. Don’t reveal too much to a buried stranger. I could be a freak, a nut. But cutie, I’m nothing but a stupid head.” Her eyes twinkled.

“Don’t say that. I’m no one to judge. You’re fortunate that I happened along.” I dug deeper, but saw no body. “What’s your name?” I asked.

“Helena. I thought you’d never ask.”

“Helena. A pretty name. Who left you stranded?’

“No one. Nardo. I did it.”

I stopped digging. I looked into her eyes, now the same color as the late night sea.

“See those rocks up there?” she asked. I was rolling in the sand, enjoying the breeze when a German Shepherd appeared. Stunned I stopped. I’ve never seen such majestic a creature.”

“You never saw a shepherd before?”

“This was my first encounter with a dog. A fearless beast!”

I wanted to ask Helena. Where were her shoulders? Was she naked? Instead, I focused on her chiseled cheekbones as the sun settled in the west.

She continued. “This beautiful monster sniffed me. I kept still. I feared the worst, that he would eat me. He poked and tugged at my cheek, then lifted his leg and urinated.

Nardo reached for his bottle of fresh water and took a swig.

“Hey kid don’t forget about me.” Nardo gently placed the bottle to Helena’s parched but supple lips. Full of life suddenly, Nardo felt a surge of lust for her. Helena smacked her lips, puckered a bit, then explained more her tight spot in the sand.

“ Rin Tin Tin ran off. Left me wet with his yellow matter. So, I rolled down the dune toward the sea, hit a rock then blacked out.

Ignited, Nardo focused on her lips and stunning face.

“I’ve got an itch on the back of my head, can you help me out?” Helena felt Nardo’s heat as he leaned in. “Yes to the right. So good.” she sighed. “Wish I had arms. And some aspirin.”

“Nardo, ‘Is that a gun in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?’ Listen, you’re a handsome young man. I know you have desires and needs. So do I. I can’t stay here any longer. Let’s make a deal? Sweetie, give me kiss. ”

Nardo pressed forward. It felt like a cool breeze.

“Come Nardo! Pants up, pull me out of this quagmire. Time for our deal. You have a preview of my talent. Believe me, there’s more. I can turn your head Baby. Over and over again. Let’s run away together.”

Sun setting, Nardo grabbed Helena by the head and yanked. He flew back nothing but a head in hand. Nardo screamed and dropped it. In shock he watched Helena, about to become bait, bobbed in the waves. What to do? She was a head…only a head!

Helena gasped. “Nardo, help! Don’t let me go. I told you, I am just a stupid head!”

She was human or at least partly. In a moral dilemma, Nardo knew he had to act fast.

“Helena, hold on. I’m coming.”

Five years later. Helena and Nardo in perfect bliss, shared multiple intimate moments. No one to kick her around, she felt loved. She ate with Nardo, and they enjoyed candlelight dinners. They purchased a pool, but Helena stayed away from it. She basked in the sun and sounds of nature. It turned out, Helena was not simply a stupid head, but a genius. She belonged to Mensa and had the highest IQ on the planet. A head and no body and she bore the best brain in the world. Helena recited the classics to Nardo each night before bed, followed by a blow job.

They purchased a majestic purebred German Shepherd, Ringo, in honor of the day they met. Ringo trucked Helena to town for food in a mini-go cart built by Nardo. Nardo and Helen’s best friend, he provided unconditional love. Improvements in science and medicine, allowed Nardo to purchase a perfect body to match Helena’s beautiful head. Free to walk, it was a modern day miracle. It altered their lifestyle. After her operation, Nardo and Helena had a daily ritual of love making, often they did it two to three times a day.

“Nardo, please my love, sit down. I have news. Ready?”

Nardo excited, sat on the edge of his seat.

“I’m pregnant!”

“What!? How? Oh my God! I can’t believe it.” Nardo jumped up and pressed a wet kiss on Helena’s ruby lips. They were parents.

Nine months later triplets came popping out of Helena’s oven. Nardo gazed in wonder at his three precious girls busy sucking their mother’s milk. “Helena, thank you for giving us the most precious gift in life…three beautiful heads. They look just like you when we met,” Nardo said as he wiped the tears of happiness.

“Honey, never underestimate the value of a good head.”

Perry Nardone is a writer, musician and photographer. Passion with an edge, love, hope and alienation describe the themes of his writing. Influenced by the wild abandon of the Beat Generation writers and poets, Perry embarked on a three year journey through Europe, Africa, Asia Minor and the Middle East, living as an expatriate. Visit his Web Site for more. www.perrynardone.com

8 thoughts on “A Good Head by Perry Nardone”

  1. I’ve read Perry’s work before and I have to say, this is the most outlandish, dreamlike, and symbolic yet. The imagery is vivid, the story is equally odd and sweet. There is a vibe here of Bukowski, but Nardo unlike Buk is a head-loving romantic, not a woman-kicking drunk. Great stuff that I need to read again to find the secret meaning!

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