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by Carla King
It is late afternoon and storm clouds gather over the sea on the
other side of the bay. Squinting, Eva pulls the wide-brimmed straw hat
The ice cream vendor walks by pulling his faded red plastic cooler
full of ice and cardboard tasting ice cream cones, flinging bits of sand
behind him with each flip of his blue plastic thongs. It is the last time
he will pass today. Most people are packing up their things, folding
their towels, and gathering up their children who want to stay at the
edge of the sea. The children don’t want to go. They are jumping
“Another glass of rose?” asks John. His voice seems far away.
Eva hands her glass to him without answering. She’s had too much
already and the sun has made her head ache. Another glass will bring
back the oblivion. He pours and the crystal immediately frosts. It feels
nice on her fingers, on her throat. She takes several short sips. It is
good wine from the region, sweet with fruit, bitter with grape skins.
She holds the half empty glass up to him, and he fills her glass
again.
Eva leans back, her elbows on the yellow beach towel. The air is still
warm and hangs thickly around her body that is sticky, salty from
sweat and the blue green sea water. She thinks of getting up to rinse
herself in the fresh water shower by the edge of the beach but the
themselves now, the entire Riviera. How often does that happen?
sea. The clouds are heavy and white with gray and black edging. It’s
lovely. They should wait and risk its arrival. Wait until the last minute
and then rush to the car in the midst of it, letting the raindrops pelt
But John will want to leave soon. She can feel his struggle with
Well, she doesn’t want to care about his discomfort. It isn’t hers and
he can learn, or not, to express his desires. She sits up to look at the
clouds and to take another sip of wine and doesn’t look at him. She
tilts her head back to let the sun tease her eyes, then dips her head
again. She falls back on her arms and wills the sun to stay visible under
the clouds. She likes the golden warmth on her skin. It feels good to
stretch her neck back so far. Maybe he will kiss her. She closes her
eyes.
No.
bag. He is ready to go whenever she says so, but he should lie down.
“Lie down and wait for the storm with me,” she says.
The air will be warm and the cold raindrops will tumble on their
bodies, soaking their towels, their hair. She loves the Riviera rain.
She could love him if, right now, he would lie down and wait for the
storm with her. If he could put his arms around her in the thunder and
lightening to watch the sea together, watch the raindrops pounding the
sand, feel them on their skin, to be like the sea and let it stream into
Fresh, warm water to wash the sweat and the sea salt from her
body. She won’t have to move, she will lie very still letting the drops
fall on her skin, on her eyelids, on her lips. If she wants she can open
The sun will be completely hidden soon with the clouds, now almost
nearly all black and moving swiftly toward them from across the bay.
She feels a movement beside her. Him. Oh, him. What will he do?
She could love him, she thinks, if he would make her leave right
now. If he would say something, if he would say we’re leaving and take
and then a kiss, then driving, smoldering, in the car. A shiver goes up
her spine as she spins her little fantasy. She could love him if he could
do that.
The storm clouds hide the sun completely but the air is still warm.
having to make demands. A short while ago Eva thought that she
wanted a man like him but now she knows she’s not the kind of woman
Far back in her mind she lies there like a child testing the patience
just stand there all fucking evening waiting for her? She really does
want to feel the raindrops on her body. Or maybe it’s only the idea of
obvious by now.
“A swim?”
“Even so, let’s swim.” She could love him after all, maybe, if he
would do just that. Take off those creased khaki shorts of his and run
She rises but he stays where he is as she walks to the edge of the
sea and stands there watching the little waves turn from sparkling blue
to gray, then go flat. Her hat dangles in her long fingers by her side,
her hair is sticky and wet down her back. With a quick flick of the wrist
she flings the hat down onto the sand, steps out of her bathing suit,
Has he followed? She wonders vaguely what he’s doing as her arms
stretch out in front of her, reaching further and further out toward the
center of the bay. Her limbs are not quite hers but moving
The sea clears her head. The water is thick but the salt makes her
buoyant. She moves quickly despite having drunk too much wine until
she is out in the kelp and a small panic rises. Has she swum too far
now?
She treads water, refusing to look around to the beach. The sky is
dark now and with her head out of the sea she hears the sky rumbling.
There is a flash and the goose flesh rises on her skin as a the electric
shock of the lightening travels through the water to her, dispersed but
still, a warning. Her heart beats a caution that her head does not hear.
And then there is the rain falling suddenly, so pleasantly just like
buoyant in the salty water, savoring the drops that sharply strike her
bare skin.
several seconds behind it. It is time to start back, thinks Eva. It would
Her arms move, taking her slowly back to land. If he is still there
when she reaches the shore, if the beach is not empty except for her
bathing suit and her hat, she will hate him. That will be the end of it.
quickly, too quickly. She scans the beach but cannot see in the faded
light.