Coconut Grove apotheosis

as anu slipped onto his stomach, anti issued a soft smile that the chela caught from the corner of his eyes. he returned the gesture with his own brief affectionate grin — the only break in his oft stern composure. only anti was privileged to such displays of emotion or affection, as brief and often eclipsed by sorose mien as they were.  

anu did not mind the silence that stretched between them. he was accustomed to anti’s muteness, had even come to love him for it; they had their own silent language, their own little glances and looks that conveyed more than any word could. 

he fell against the sand with a loud exhale, enjoying the warmth interspersed by the sun’s dappling rays. after some time to regain his energy, anu rose to his stilt-like legs to resume his search for a meal.