( loneliness is like a beacon to shalom, both for what it represents in opportunity and— perhaps, somewhere deep— how it’s shared from whatever passes for her heart, too. perhaps. either way, as she winds her way through the beach, there’s a lingering slowness as she starts to pass by him; slowness becomes stillness at his entreaty, and, with a gentle flip of her sarong to avoid sitting on it, becomes a seat at his side. )
There’s certainly an interesting choice of aesthetic.
( her voice is cool, unbothered, even as another sparkling penis lights up in the sky. she smiles— has been smiling— and that too is at a temperature not unlike that of the drink in his hand. )
Is it a common sight? ( the fireworks or the beach, in the resort or at home; however he wishes to answer is enough for her. whatever information he wants to offer… is enough for her. )
across the night sky
There’s certainly an interesting choice of aesthetic.
( her voice is cool, unbothered, even as another sparkling penis lights up in the sky. she smiles— has been smiling— and that too is at a temperature not unlike that of the drink in his hand. )
Is it a common sight? ( the fireworks or the beach, in the resort or at home; however he wishes to answer is enough for her. whatever information he wants to offer… is enough for her. )