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A HUMAN WIFE
BY
Maria Camacho
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Rose strolled on the wet sand as waves came crashing at her feet, then receded; leaving a whitefroth that only went away with the next incoming wave. The birds flew by the rocks jutting by thesea and the froth adorning the sand along the beach, an allegory of heaven on earth. The pastappeared before her eyes, sending her life down a path of conflicting emotions.She went back in time to that day, lost in her past and her mind. She had been walking on the beach on a day like any other, as the noise of the waves echoed around her and the sun shone in thesky. Rose sat down on the sand, after arriving at a small cove, while a group of children chased a ball around the beach and the world vibrated with life.Rose watched them playing, as the joys of their faces brought happiness to her soul. Thechildren’s laughter got fainter until she saw the sun riding up the sky, while long shadows adornedthe beach around her. The children must have gone, because the noise had stopped, leaving auniverse full of nothingness. As she looked for her suntan lotion, she saw a young man sitting byher side.He wore a cap on his curly brown hair, while turning the pages of a magazine with roughfingers. Rose looked at him for a while, admiring his tanned skin and wishing for him to notice her amidst the other things in the beach. He looked like one of those actors from Baywatch, with hismuscled body.Time went past, when she dreamt of kissing the stranger by her side and in the realm of her emotions. A small plane appeared in the horizon, its motors interrupting the stillness of the day, before it swirled like a leaf, threatening to land on the sea. Then it flew away, as the stranger looked at her with green eyes, surrounded by long lashes.“Are you on holidays here?” she asked.“I’m hoping to find a job,” he said.He lay back on the sand, while she pretended to look at her book. Time went past, the red disk of the sun disappearing under a horizon full of fire, before descending into the unknown.2
 
“Isn’t it beautiful?” he asked.Rose nodded. “I have to go.”“Wait,” he said.He took some paper out of his bag and sketched the scene. A few stars had appeared in the skyand he drew them.He gestured upwards. "Do you know how many stars you can find in that fuzzy patch?"I don't," she said. "A thousand?""A few million."Rose tried to imagine a universe full of suns and other things she couldn’t comprehend, behindthe realm of time. He looked at her preparations to leave, her profile outlined against the evening.“Don’t move,” he said.She saw his fingers drawing her face, bringing to life all the characteristics inherited from her  parents. He captured her hair while the wind played with it, sending it over her shoulders. Shesmiled as he drew more stars above her head.“I travel to another planet every weekend,” he said.She shrugged. “You must be joking.”“I never joke.”He put the paper on his lap, admiring the spectacle in front of them, as the sky burnt and thecolours spread throughout the atmosphere.He bent down a little and their lips met.“You’re beautiful,” he said.Rose didn’t know what to say, as they had just met under the sun.He gestured at the sky. “The light of all those stars has taken a long time to come to us.”“That’s fantastic,” he said.“The force of gravity drives many things up there,” he said.3
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