The mountain is higher than he’d imagined. Clouds obscure the summit. Snow starts to fall. Ready? she asks. I’ll wait for the movie, he says

He sits on the couch and she pours him some wine. And they talk small talk. And then she asks him to leave because he doesn’t like penguins.

It was past last call. The old man watched the bartender clean up. Time to go, the bartender said. I feel like a dinosaur, the old man said.

She watches the boys play, the way they throw about menace so casually. She can’t decide what she feels. Because she’s never felt it before.

They gather in the washroom and discuss their own mythologies. And then voices are raised. And punches thrown. And then the flinging of poo.