A series by Sarah Fader
“Where is this place?” She asked.
She was soaking wet; her wavy hair dripping onto the sand. She shivered and her lip quivered as she tried to keep speaking. Words escaped her. They were like fire flies she couldn’t catch.
He smiled with a vacant look in his eyes as he ran his hand through his slicked back, black hair.
“You’re serious? You don’t know where you are?”
“If I knew where I was, why would I ask you?” She countered, acerbically.
He ignored her, and dug his hand into the sand. Without thinking, he threw a handful of it into her face.
She watched in horror ready to scream, when she realized it had turned into a light blue vapor and disappeared.
He laughed softly at first and it grew louder and louder.
“Stop it!” She shouted. “That isn’t funny.”
“Tell yourself that!” He yelled back.
“What the fuck are you talking about? You cruel bastard?” She was shaking harder.
The water made her jeans and tee shirt cling tightly to her body.
His eyes widened.
“Be careful about the words you use. They have meaning.” He said waving his left pointer