...Jimmy did as he said he would, then hurried
down to the beach. He thought about the phenomenon of Karma as he trotted down
the steps. He didn’t believe in the idea, mostly because he could not see what
he had ever done to deserve the treatment he typically received from Cindy. He felt
pangs of guilt over leaving her in such a state, but it was not a fatal event,
as she believed it to be. He reasoned his indifference was solely a result of
her actions; so in that respect, Karma was in full force this morning.
Philosophy gave way to longing when he
reached the beach to find Solange still waiting for him.
“You are late,” was all she said to him
before beginning her run.
Jimmy set out after her, his eyes feeling
like marbles rattling around in an empty skull with every step he took. He gave
up on keeping pace with her. He swore he could smell beer and vodka oozing out
of his pores as he ran.
When
he reached the rock jetty, Jimmy waded in, and splashed water onto his face and
hair. His headache was beginning to fade, but the lethargy associated with too much
alcohol and too little sleep remained. When he waded around, he was surprised
to see Solange had been waiting for him on the other side. With her arms
folded, legs spread slightly apart, and feet firmly planted in the sand, she
looked like an impatient drill instructor…if not for the curve-hugging boy
shorts and bra top.
The sky was beginning to darken, and the wind warned of an upcoming
shower. Grey sheets of water spilled from the clouds over the ocean, separated
by quickly vanishing rays of sunlight.
“Oh shit!” Jimmy exclaimed.
Solange
was looking past him towards the sky. “Allons-y!”
she implored.
They ran towards the refuge of the restaurant as large droplets of rain
became more and more frequent. By the time they reached the shelter offered by
the wooden roof, the shower had become a deluge, battering the building like sticks
on a hundred snare drums. They were both thoroughly soaked....
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