Cast Away

The sailor and the nun walked along the beach. She’d taken off her shoes and cradled against her left side, while her right hand held a handful of habit, so it wouldn’t drag through the sand. He wore his full dress whites.

Out on the water, the masts of the sinking ship were barely silhouetted by the low full moon.

Out of breath, soaked, but ashore and thrilled to find themselves alive, they grabbed for each other and kissed deeply. The salt water, seconds ago a danger, tasted sweet on their lips.

They disconnected slowly, embarrassed, their hearts beating fast.

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