Fred Astaire

We walked across the deck of the ship and thought to ourselves that if two people were in bed together, they had to be married. Somewhere, a band was playing. We stood at the bow and watched the workmen hang the moon in the sky. It was beautiful, and reflected on the stock footage of the water. I looked into your grey eyes, and at your grey hair. You touched the lapel of my dark grey coat and looked up at me. Your lips were a very dark grey. We looked out at the grainy footage of the water and listened to the workmen calling back and forth to each other in some language only they understood. We heard dancing footsteps clatter away on a smooth floor. We listened to the staticky sound of waves splashing against the ship.

It was beautiful, but we knew it was not meant for us.

Jason Corley -- corleyj@cobweb.scarymonsters.net