“I like breakfast,” she said with a grin. Dwayne’s eyes returned from the view to her. “Really?” “Yeah, I like eggs and bacon.” Her brunette straight-stringy brunette hair brushed her bare shoulders as she spoke. Her blood-shot eyes, which in this light color was not an option, looked off into space. “I should have had breakfast.” Okay, then, Dwayne thought …
“Climbing up on Solsbury Hill, I could see the city lights…” Hilda sang quietly. Her blonde curls were matted and soaked, spread across the wet grass beneath her. “There,” Dwayne pointed up into the dark sky. Faking a British accent, he continued, “That be Polaris.” “That is a better Tim Curry than Tim Curry does.” “You recognized it?” She chuckled …
Hilda looked sweaty. Truly, no surprise, as she had just come off stage and the lights up there were hot. A quick run to the change room for a refresh, and she was back out to the floor of the club. Dwayne was in his usual spot, against the bar with his Bud bottle half gone. His smile as she …
The sun crested over the ocean horizon peeking out as Earth awoke. Hilda and Dwayne, however, had yet to sleep. Her blonde curls cascaded just past her freckled shoulders and her hazel eyes shared her mouth’s grin that she offered Dwayne. “This was fun.” She was wet with sweat, the spray from waves hitting the rocks below, as well as …