The First Date of the Rest of Our Lives
Janine stood still, eyes wide, surveying the horizon of the foaming, polluted lake. Alex couldn’t help but watch her; the palpable wonderment stirring a long-forgotten feeling of electricity in her chest. This evening, Alex’s limbs seemed to have an endless charge of static; wading through the dust and rubble was effortless. Janine was perched atop a slab of concrete with rebar winding its way upwards as if it were reaching out to feel the thick, particulate wind. As Alex helped her down, confidently securing her waist, Janine let out a nervous giggle.
