Work in Progress - Vanessa
December 3
8 p.m.
Marianne had a party while I was gone. Energy from the gathering lingers. Cigarette buds. Bottle caps. I don't know how long I sleep in the sun, but when I wake up, the swimming pool next door and the one across the street and all the pools in my neighborhood aren't pools anymore, they are the ocean. And the breeze is good here - wherever this is.
And even stranger than all those pools turning into the sea, and the volleyball game, Fanta lounges on the chaise next to me, and we stare out at the view. I think about strolling on the sand, sticking my toes into the water, and maybe swimming.
"I wouldn't if I were you," Fanta says. And he tells me how we escaped from Hades the other night. But I half pay attention to what he says about ships and fast forward in the reader searching for news about my boyfriend Beast (pretending a fantasy fiction can tell me).
8 p.m.
Marianne had a party while I was gone. Energy from the gathering lingers. Cigarette buds. Bottle caps. I don't know how long I sleep in the sun, but when I wake up, the swimming pool next door and the one across the street and all the pools in my neighborhood aren't pools anymore, they are the ocean. And the breeze is good here - wherever this is.
And even stranger than all those pools turning into the sea, and the volleyball game, Fanta lounges on the chaise next to me, and we stare out at the view. I think about strolling on the sand, sticking my toes into the water, and maybe swimming.
"I wouldn't if I were you," Fanta says. And he tells me how we escaped from Hades the other night. But I half pay attention to what he says about ships and fast forward in the reader searching for news about my boyfriend Beast (pretending a fantasy fiction can tell me).
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