Dawn Rain

It's rare to see a big flock of goats like that, Bob. In fact that was just about half of them; they split up and half walked down the parking lots in front of the businesses across the road. It's getting even rarer to see wild donkeys as some Dutch woman has convinced the government that they're a hazard and rounds them up. The cute ones she puts in her "Donkey Safari Park," the rest go to Aruba to become dog food. Disgusting.

For once in this crazy month everyone was in their proper place and sleeping peacefully when the sun-up rain showers hit. Manning was sprawled across his rumpled bed, the dingy sheet tangled around his feet and his white bum shining out to tempt the mosquitoes. Diego and Sharon lay spooned together under a smooth cotton sheet in air-conditioned comfort. His brown arm curled around her and gently cupped her milky white breast. Maria was awake, sipping a cup of tea and listening to the rustles of Emilia as she slept. Bunny lay curled in his bed, limbs relaxed and a faint smile playing on his lips. Edward and Louise lay entwined; the covers untucked and rumpled, evidence of the enthusiasm of their lovemaking. Jack and Mona lay as far apart as possible in their king-sized bed. Jack lay flat on his back, arms outstretched, laying claim to as much space as possible. Mona lay with her back to him, curled in a ball to make herself small, trying to escape notice.

I realized this morning how short the time setting is for this story. Only a few days. You've got an interesting story you're building in that old movie theater, Bob. I was thinking how all the ghosts of the past must have loved them making the student indie film in it.

--Barbara