House of the Rising Sun
Sun sat in cool shade of the large leafy trees, she tried to keep busy but could not stop herself from watching them. The two people who, as they claim, were strangers just a few days before, working on their backpacks and smiling. She recognized their looks, the way they moved around one another, the subtle touches of skin, the secretive sideways glances and shy smiles. She recognized it from the first months of her relationship with the man she now called her husband. She wondered if they knew what they were doing; she wondered if they realized how their bodies moved together in a fluid dance, one only they seemed to know the moves to; that their eyes travelled over each other, the gazes locked momentarily before drifting bashfully; how their laughter crashed into the waves, in a moment so secretly and intimately theirs. She wondered if they knew what a terribly dangerous and tragic path they have landed upon.