The Sun
“What are you doing there?! Again?! Just lying there and doing nothing! You are pathetic!” Marlene bellowed. She dipped her head in the cool water under the Willow to hide the tears. “My mother died last night, you know?”
“Yep. Have you been crying?”
“Of course I’ve been crying! God, I thought you’d come to the funeral at least. My mother died.” Marlene wasn’t hiding the fact that she’d been disappointed.
She turned to walk away, turned back and shouted with a scowl, “I hope you get skin cancer!”
“Look, I know you are upset. Do you want me to fix you something to eat? The main reason for anger is hunger, did you know that? Fish? Venison?”
She turned back and looked at Cherie. “No. No I did not know that. Thanks for the useless information. And no, I’m not hungry. We had plenty to eat at the funeral, fuck you very much.” She chuckled with a slow shake of the head, “Just who on Earth do you think you are? We’ve been friends for so long and now…this?! Lovers! We’ve been lovers for two months! This is how you treat me?!”
“Hey! We are still friends,” Cherie whispered apologetically, “And lovers!,” she added quickly. “Come over here, the sun is so beautiful today. Let me hold you.” She knew the crocodile couldn’t resist.
Marlene Jones sighed. She had not known anybody at the funeral, the food was vegetarian, and she’d rather have made love with Cherie all afternoon in the sun. On top of all that, her mother had died.
“Awww, I love you so much, Cherie,” she whispered as she placed her head on the Komodo dragon’s chest.
“Come, Come.” Cherie smiled a lizard’s smile and put her manicured nails around the crocodile’s neck and held her tight. Her tongue shot out five times, and Fred, her husband of seven years - ready for the kill - shot out from the moist undergrowth on the river bank and stole all of Marlene Jones’ eggs.
The End
