Cygnus and Christopher

Untitled Part 18

Upon arriving at the beach I saw Christopher's bike twisted and busted where water meets the sand. That muddy undecided place.

Moonlight shone on the wrecked bike, all the lights but two gone out. Christopher sat in the sand. "Are you okay?" I said to him. "I'm fine, actually it feels good ya know?" Christopher pulled a flask from his shirt pocket and took a drink then looked at me. "It'd be sin to sleep sober tonight." He leaned back and fell asleep. The suddenness of it seemed so absurd to me and I started to laugh. I laughed a good long while too, before I started crying. And crying in one of those ways that only seems to happen immediately after laughing. One where once the tears kick in all the recently deceased laughter is capable of doing is reminding you that you can't laugh forever. But eventually the crying stopped too, and I didn't know what I was other than tired. So I too, fell asleep on the beach.