A wind blew in off the ocean blowing sand on them. Do something, she says. It’s the wind, he sighs. And she finally gets her mother’s whining.

Because they were having sex, they were blind to the gossip that surrounded them. To the talk. And so their ignorance was really pure bliss.

The commotion creates its own gravitational pull and soon the entire city is a riot of rioting. Until children get hurt. Then there is shame

Too many things sped past him. Too many. And so he lay down and dreamed of sleeping under a tree. And waking up when things had slowed down.

He wakes from a dream, undone by terror, and he reaches for her and she mumbles something and he holds her. And then realizes what she said.