What can YOU say in six sentences?
Another night, Marie’s visiting images include a man and a woman in a small boat, seated and facing one another; her dress has a small print, and is blue, and is too light for the weather, so she has put on a soft white cardigan.
The man pulls the oars through the water as the sun rises a bit and turns everything to gold, making nearly all the shadows along the bank disappear, and rendering all insects harmless.
Suddenly, it warms and she sees a quick film of sweat on the man’s brow. The woman leans and slides her hand into the water, which is calm, cool and shiny as glass, and she knows this is a cliché, but the water really is that way, except it lacks the dangerous brittleness of mirrors.
She scoops a handful of water, and as she lifts her hand, a bit of it rolls up the sleeve of her sweater. Emptying her hand, so that all that remains are cool drops, she reaches forward and rests her hand on the man’s cheek, refreshing him.
Marie falls asleep, and when she wakes, she realizes she has left the couple out on the lake, and is dogged all day by a feeling of them being adrift and hungry.