Northstar Vale You don't have to say, what you did

The boy sunk into the water and let it go over his head. He stayed beneath the surface until he could not hold his breath any longer. Only when air was necessary did Antigone rise and meet it, pulling in a great lungfull. His nose was just above the surface so he could breathe. His russet head looked bloody in its wetness. Navy eyes shifted toward the man.

I smelled it.

The heat of her upon the mountain. He thought it strange. He was still too young to understand that lovemaking, but he was not so young that he was blind to it.

She’s not impervious to making mistakes. No one is perfect.

Certainly not Meadow, and not the man who stood soaking wet beside Antigone’s favorite bathing spot.