Just half an hour, revealed in a stolen glance at his watch before leaving the streetlights behind.Ĭeit is breathing rapidly now. He has tasted the sweetness of the alcohol on her breath and felt the urgency in her kiss, and knows that tonight she will finally succumb. Uilleam holds her hand in his, sensing her reluctance. Off to their left, the rise and fall of the water in the tiny harbour breaks the moonlight on its surface, and they hear the creaking of small boats straining at ropes, the soft clunk of wood on wood as they jostle for space, nudging each other playfully in the darkness. The young couple hurries down the tarmac from the village above, blood pulsing in their heads like the beat of the waves. The sea breathes gently upon the shore, phosphorescent foam bursting silver bubbles over gold. A slight haze in the August sky hides the stars, but a three-quarter moon casts its pale, bloodless light across the compacted sand left by the outgoing tide. And for once it is warm, like breath on the skin, caressing and seductive. Emboldened by alcohol, and hastened by the approaching Sabbath, they embrace the dark in search of love, and find only death.
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