The stranger (3)

As she sat watching the sun disappear to wherever he went at the end of the day.... she felt anythingpu calm.

The scene was like out of a storybook. The warm sea water at her feet.... The cool breeze playing with her hair. The lonely beach with a vast expanse of sand to keep her company.

She should have felt at peace as she stared at the drowning sun.... The sun was being flamboyant.  It looked like he had set the whole see on fire and the sky and the water were doing some sort of a primal dance that involved a riot of blue orange and red.

And yet.

It is what it is.
We are who we are.

She heard him say. So lost she had been, in her thoughts that she hadn't seen him come.

It seemed so innocent. Two people out on the beach. Was it?

He sat at a distance.... beyond arms length. She kept her eyes fixed on the sun. 

2 people on the beach. 2 people and silence.

silence that sang. Silence that took them away from the world and on to the drowning dying sun.

There was squealing and laughing and patter of feet. The world had caught up with them. It was time to.

I love you honey

 

She told her husband. 

I missed you sweetheart he kissed his wife.

It wasn't love. It was just silence that sang at a time when it was neither day nor night. When they were neither here nor there.

It wasn't love.