the serene melodies of rousing hymns float from the well- attended congregation in the meeting hall. we track across the trees as nick makes his way down the path. he slows to observe the sun coming through the canopy overhead. he glances off the path and comes to a sudden stop. a grape arbor flanked by corinthian columns set against the blue of clear lake. a chestnut haired sheeni saunders stands facing the water, her head tilted down to read the book in her hands. the wind coming off the lake blows her dress just enough to give a hint of the shapely thighs underneath.
sheeni leads the way up hill. nick clutches his cramped stomach with one hand, his journal in the other. he watches the rhythmic movements of her ass through her hiking shorts.
nick's eyes roll back as he relieves himself against a tree. he shakes off the last of it and zips up.
the trailer park is relatively silent save for birds and the distant sound of dogs barking.
nick makes his way past the arbor, crestfallen. sheeni emerges from the shadows in a hooded sweatshirt over a lavender dress.