“Where is this place?”
“You don’t know?”
“Should I?”
“I would have thought so.”
“I don’t even know where I was before.”
“Well then how should I know where we are?”
“What?” He asked in desperation. What’s that supposed to mean. He was thinking to himself.
“If you don’t know, then how do you expect me to have any idea?” She was speaking playfully, but her tone mocked him.
He began to look around. There was water everywhere. Well, not directly beneath him. He was sitting in the sand. There was water all around, in every direction, and not so much as a tree or blade of grass coming from the sand.
“We’re on an island,” the female pointed out.
“I can see that”, he groaned. “But there’s nothing here and no one… Hey… Who are you?”
“This is the island between heaven and hell.”
“What?”
“That’s where we are.”
“You said you had no idea where we were.” He was confused, irritated, and then more confused.
“Well…” she started, “You’re getting your bearings.”
“I am?”
“And I’m interpreting.”
“Ok.” He dug his palms into the gritty hot sand and stood. “Interpreting what?”
She laughed and her eyes formed two arcs over her cheeks, framed by straight, jet black hair. “I’m Aurelie.”
“Aurelie…” he echoed.
“Yes, Aurelie. An extension.”
The boy looked closely at the girl. She was tall and thin, but not narrow. Her body was broad around the middle and her legs tapered to her feet. She was probably beautiful without the… She isn’t wearing anything but I can’t see any…
“Is there a problem?” she asked.
“What?” No. I guess not.” The boy’s head turned toward the water. The other water… To his right. “Are you naked?”
“No,” she answered.
The boy said nothing.
“I’m wearing light. You like it this way, I can tell.”
“I do?”
“Don’t you?” She was still speaking playfully.
“Yeah.” He did.
The girl laughed harder than before. “Well then, Reye… Make something happen.”
“Huh?” He was blushing.
“We can’t stay here forever,” the girl stated, obviously bored.
The pair looked into each other’s eyes. His were crystal blue and hers were like the sun in late afternoon. They felt no distance between those pairs of eyes.
Ok. Reye dropped his gaze to the sand at his feet and watched the grains elongate and turn from dusty brown to emerald green, and then there was grass below where there used to be none.
The girl was smiling.
Politically Romantic 