It was evening on the beach, and cold. Farther down the sand was a family comprised of mostly young children. From so far away their screeches of joy sounded like seagulls.
My hands were burned and raw from the sun and the inner lining of my bikini bottom(more) sagged slightly, filled with damp sand. It was an uncomfortable feeling. Eliza was drinking vodka in a travel coffee mug and wearing a green sundress. Her hair had dried in stiff, salty waves and it looked horrible. I'm sure mine looked worse.
Florida was nothing like our expectations--sure, there were hot beach parties and hot guys and hot sun, but graduate school was hard and we ended up spending most of our time indoors studying. We had both come from New England, and the never-ending summertime had become boring. I dreamed about the crisp tang of fall in the air, the brilliant burst of red leaves against the sky.
Eliza tried to be positive. "I got a good tan today," she told me, pulling her dress' neckline down so I could see the contrast of her pale skin with her suntan. She was so dark it was almost orange. "And the sunset--Look, Janie, it's gorgeous."
"Just another sunset," I replied morosely. The orange color of the sky mocked me--a long time ago and very far away, at this time of year the leaves were the same color.
In an hour the tide would creep up and nip my toes, salty bathwater leaving salt-stains behind on my pedicure. I was in Florida, living the dream, but even paradise is pedantic.(less)
If I were holding the reins to this pony show, you wouldn't have to die. Hell. For all I know if you were holding em you'd be killing me instead. Business is funny that way. Nice family moves into a nice apartment, no idea what's beating under their floorboards.(more) Then the wife's in the shower and that's where you come crawling out. She screams, hub comes running, the whole mess.
Then I get called.
The way I see it, if nature's a circle then we, you and me, are just doing our parts to keep the gears turning. I don't take it personal if you hate me. And I hope you don't take it personal when I gas you and ride away in my truck and on home to my girl.
Because to folks like me and my girl and that nice family you're terrorizing, well. You're nothing but an unwanted guest. Something satisfying to squish.(less)