Swimming Home

heat outside was so fierce

His lips were warm and they were on hers. She was kissing Mick Jagger and he was devouring her like a wolf or something fierce but soft as well and definitely not calm. He was telling her she was so so everything. She moved even closer and then he stopped talking.

His lips were warm and they were on hers. She was kissing Mick Jagger and he was devouring her like a wolf or something fierce but soft as well and definitely not calm. He was telling her she was so so everything. She moved even closer and then he stopped talking

His lips were warm and they were on hers. She was kissing Mick Jagger and he was devouring her like a wolf or something fierce but soft as well and definitely not calm. He was telling her she was so so everything. She moved even closer and then he stopped talking.

but he lived in hope because, as he told Jurgen, what else was there to live in?

tiny splinter of glass in the sole of her foot

The beginning of birdsong. The sound of pine cones falling into the stillness of the pool. The harsh scent of rosemary growing in wooden crates on the window ledge.

She had at‍­temp‍­ted to be someone she didn’t really un‍­der‍­stand. A power‍­ful but fra‍­gile fe‍­male char‍­ac‍­ter. If she knew that to be force‍­ful was not the same as being power‍­ful and to be gentle was not the same as being fra‍­gile, she did not know how to use this know‍­ledge in her own life or what it added up to, or even how it made sit‍­ting alone at a table laid for two on a Sat‍­urday night feel bet‍­ter.

thoughts she tried to push away kept re‍­turn‍­ing like the waves on the stones

waves crash on the pebbles. The ocean fold‍­ing into it‍­self the plastic bags left on the beach that day