The Storm
By TZ
“So, it’s done then?”
Clara looked aside to her aunt. “Yes,” she quietly replied, displaying the paperwork she had been staring at. All of the details were in black and white.
Juliana reached across to clasp Clara’s hand. “Are you okay?”
Neatly folding the sheets of paper as if they were the linen on her bed, Clara replied, “I’m not sure, Ju.” She took a sip of coconut water and contemplated the gentle waves that brushed the shore. “He was so calm.”
After looking at the bright blue sky, Juliana retrieved car keys from her bag. “We should probably head back. We are expecting a storm and that little car of mine will never make it once the rain starts falling.
Clara glanced at the sky then at the waves once more. “Ivan’s with Chica, so you can just take me there.”
On the way to the apartment, the women were silent until Juliana asked, “Did you ever experiment with Marina?”
Her head whipping to her left, Clara frowned. “No, I couldn’t. I was married.”
“You’re not now,” Ju said as she turned left instead of the expected right. “We are going to the studio,” she said, explaining her actions.