Midsummer
Auden“Is it strange that we’re both sitting here with you, when it was our father who very probably killed your mother?” Auden’s voice breaks into the hot summer air, joining the lapping of the lake and the unending whirr of the cicadas.
In front of them, Becket and Rebecca are arguing about the best way to start a fire with the limited resources they have. Delphine is standing over them, interjecting with things she’s finding on Google with her phone. On the lake, the sinking sun has painted a path of orangey-pink arrowing east to the hills.
He turns to look at Poe, who’s staring at him with some surprise. Her mouth is parted, showing off the tempting crease in her full lower lip, and without thinking, Auden reaches up to press against it with his thumb. His crease. His
