Who: Poseidon and Medusa What: I’ve been thinking about you. When: Tuesday Where: One of many Hawaiian beaches Warning: TBD
She liked the way the sand felt as it sifted through her fingers. Soft and gritty it was a billion pieces of lose stone. What she was doing here she wasn’t sure or maybe she was. Medusa didn’t like admitting the why and what of her feelings to anyone and that included herself. As the waves crashed against the shore her heart skipped a beat.
What sort of story were they telling now? Was this new? Was this different? Did it matter?
So many questions and they had all the time in the world to leave them unanswered.