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*** Under water ***

Inspired by "Down to the waterline", written by Mark Knopfler.

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In the dense fog a foghorn, from time to time, broke the silence of the night. Apart from that, the quayside seemed to be lethargic even when cargoes arrived. Work was diligent: arriving, loading or unloading and leaving, and soon the harbor looked ghostly again, with or without fog. All nights looked the same.

Except for them.

Nobody had seen them. If there were dolphins near the harbor, that didn't matter much for the souls at the night shift, but seeing a penguin there would be more unusual. Kowalski knew how to hide among the shadows and dodge lights, so he was never discovered. Better not being seen. That had been the scenery for so many brushoffs, so many stabs in the heart and, finally, that first kiss. It had been some time ago. He and Doris had kept meeting on the same quayside every night. Aside, far from every stare. Both alone.

His heart, repaired after so many heartaches, had surrendered to Doris' sweet presence, to her company, to all what she could offer him. So much suffering, so much stubborness, had been worth it. Now he had her smile, her voice, he had her. And she had him. His soaked feathers stuck to the dolphin's smooth skin. Being with her was better than he could have imagined.

Doris dove and tacked under water. Now both were totally submerged.

"I didn't know it," Kowalski thought.

Hugging her, he had discovered something which contradicted the scientific theories he knew. He had heard that cetaceans modified their pulse when diving as an automatic response to the environmental change. With his head stuck to her and about to give up to the sleepiness provoked by the rhythm of the heartbeats he was hearing, he discovered that Doris' heart offered him a sustained rhythm even under water. But once they were there, she seemed to accelerate and restrain it at her will, as if she was following an unknown song. Counting her heartbeats was like seeing boxcars go past, a mesmerizing rhythm for him. Yet everything was like that with her.

Doris leaned out again on the sea surface, she didn't want to drown his lover. Kowalski opened his eyes when he felt the lights of ships filtering through his eyelids. He looked at Doris, she was smiling. He crawled up her skin tickling her until his eyes were staring at hers and didn't see anything else. Blue against blue in the black of night, which didn't know about them. Only they knew. Now they knew how to kiss.

"Your lips are so warm -" Kowalski whispered.

Another kiss interrupted him. Kowalski closed his eyes again. He knew what to yearn for a kiss was, and to have it stolen too. That plenitude was new. And Doris dove again, with him hugging her.

All what happened between them under the waterline was only known by them two and by nobody else.

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Life, treacherous, eventually pulls the lovestruck out from the others' flippers. Destiny, fatal, devastates all that it finds on its way. The only things they cannot destroy are memories.

Doris went back to the jetty, but Kowalski wasn't there. It was impossible. She knew it, she hadn't gone for him there. She had just gone there to remember. He wouldn't return. But she felt his presence there, as if he had never gone. She heard his whispers intertwined with the sounds of the sea, and that was what she had gone to look for that night on the quayside.

"Your lips are so warm," she remembered. And her tears.

She dove once again, for the last time, to go for him. The next day she went up again, and her flippers were cold under the summer burning sun.