Twisters

I sat under a tree and waited for her and the season changed and then she came. I had nothing to wear, she said. Which explained her nudity.

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.