These are the days we’ll remember.

His heathen charm.

Her astral possession.

He’s squinting up a storm.

He can’t hide what he feels. “Treasonous stars”, he thinks.

“That dog looks like a hippo”, she says, sashaying for him to notice.

“I think we’re assassins in another life,” he says. “And we’re on the run from the evil organization we used to work for.”

“And we’re taking them out one by one”, she says.

She points a finger gun at him.

“Until it’s just the two of us, “ he says.

“And we don’t know if we can trust each other,” she finishes.

“But we’re all each other knows,” he says, drawing his own finger.

“I could never kill you,” she says.

“What do you think of Luke?,” he asks.

“Luke,” she says. “Luke,” she repeats to the water, smiling.

The ancient moon sits heavy on the river like something unsaid.