The harsh white light framed her body in a silhouette.
She was standing on the balcony of the house, looking out over the scrubland of the Karoo. Her elbows on the balustrade. She leaned back into a stretch, hanging her head and then looking back over her shoulder into the house. He watched her from the couch.
“So. What do you think?” he asked
“Beautiful. Not what I expected. There’s almost nothing out there. But it’s beautiful”
He stood up. Walked out of the shaded house into the heat and slid his hands onto her waist.
“Are you happy?”
She straightened and leaned back. Closed her eyes and breathed in the desert and the warm soapy smell of his skin.
“No. But it doesn’t matter. It’s been too long. I can’t keep thinking things will change. I just want to forget. Forget it ever happened.”
He turned his face into her dark hair, his mouth on her neck. His hands moved over her t-shirt and up her waist to cup her breasts, thumbs stroking her nipples.
“It’s ok,” he whispered. “It’ll be ok.”
She turned into him, tears slipping down her cheeks as he slowly pulled the t-shirt over her head.
“It’ll be ok.”