A short work of fiction in 4 parts.
Chapter - 1, Pelicans
Chapter - 2, Pirates
Chapter - 3, Sentinals
Chapter - 4, Cubes
Fran downed the frozen shot of tequila. She knew it wasn't a good idea, but she didn't see how it was going to matter.
Mexico was always oppressively hot in August. That was why they had never come down during this time of year.
She watched from the balcony window as a flock of pelicans flew low in formation over the sandy beach. As she looked at the Sea of Cortez she could feel the tequila’s warming affects. She went flush for moment as the weight of her thoughts raced through her mind.
"It won't work, Gary", she said in a firm but quivering voice.
"Aren't you curious about what we created? How can you look at this just from the logical point of view?” he responded.
"Been there, done that. I have no desire to go through it again. This was supposed to be fun and exciting. Our problem wasn't something we had planned on."
"Is that all it is to you? A problem? Nothing more?"
"Grow up Gary!” she snapped.
“You’re looking at this through rose colored glasses. You really expect me to convince Rick it’s his? What are you going to do, swing by the park once a week to catch a glimpse while we save for another college fund? It may be easy from your point of view, but the choice is pretty clear from mine."
"I'm sorry.” he said. “I never had the opportunity in my first marriage. I was just hoping....."
He paused and stood behind her at the window. He placed his hands on her shoulders and gazed out the window with her. A pelican broke formation, tucked in its wings, and dove headfirst into the surf.
"Do you love me?” he asked.
Fran's head dropped and he heard her sigh.
"Yes…” she said in a whisper, "...but we can't. That's why we're here."