The trees closed in and the trail disappeared in the undergrowth and she said, I’m not hungry anymore, but for him it was never about hunger.

He shows her the photograph. She touches his arm. That’s such a great photo, she says warmly. He smiles. It doesn’t look like you, she adds.

They are lost. She holds him tighter. The trees grow ominous. He trips and falls into shadow. I still don’t believe in dragons, she whispers.

The empty road lay before us like an awful movie. She took off her shoes and put her feet on the dash. Remember when this was sexy? she said.