Seeing his eyes made everything clear. They settled on my hands and darted back up at my eyes, as if to say they were defiant of the phone I cradled. David's expression darkened in contrast to the day. His fingers gripped the strings while a breeze pulled his little mermaid off into the glare of the sun. She danced in the wind like a girl in a detox clinic, twitching with such ease, she seemed to me an alcoholic angel with a puny little man chasing after her with open arms and a closed mind. David must see something in that kite that he doesn't see in me. It doesn't matter anyway, I saw how two-dimensional she was, didn't matter that he didn't. It felt great to watch him leave.
#2
His mouth formed a word, but he did not finish it. His reflexes did that for him. He screamed, "No!" as if that would stop the little kids on the beach from burying her beneath the sand. The little monsters made every effort to conceal their evil deed, but none of them could stifle their giggling. David Single's favorite kite had been ruined in the wet sand. The best part was that he was left there alone. I had walked over a dune and was barely relevant to the life of David. His problems had just begun, but as I walked towards Whitney's I had a sudden feeling as if mine were just ending.
#3
There it began, the two of us. The light and the breeze worked together, and kept us there waiting. I had called Whitney and she was walking over a dune when she saw us on the blanket together. David had really warmed up to me, though I didn't know why. My hand crept past the blanket and over the picnic basket. I couldn't stop it if I wanted to. The hand scurried about like a rabbit during hunting season. It had a mind of its own, crossing the gap between us in milliseconds flat. Among the cries of seagulls, my digits wrapped around his for the briefest moment before his hand flew quicker than those flying fish in the distance. Without a word he got right up, grabbed his little woman, and made his way back to the other flyers. I had nothing to say, and wanted to say nothing to Whitney when she came up to me. Houston would have to settle for less than nothing, because I'd probably never talk about this day again.
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