I stared at her in disbelief… had she just…. had she really just done that….. and nearly naked, in my garden…. she lay still, only light tremors running through her body indicated that she still was among the living.
I stared through my binoculars at her in disbelief…. her prone body now languishing on the deck chair, less and less frequently shuddering, her eyes closed…. Until she opened her eyes, and looked up at me, a wide brazen grin on her face. And while grinning, she poked out her tongue at me, all of it, long and pink and all out.
I stared back at her. ‘May the devil take tomorrow’ was my last clear thought before I exploded, her pink tongue exciting and as big as can be in my binoculars.
Fiona turned around and dozed in the blazing sun.