A Short Romance

Dylan entered the large room and settled in front of a large movie screen, his back against a pillow and a small split of wine in his bag and some bagette with small pats of butter in a small plastic container. The students filed in and he thought about his opening remarks, but thought it better to simply start the film on time and handle it all on the far end. The lights dimmed and just as the film started to flicker up and spill around the room Regina walked in. He had not seen her since she was, well a girl too young for him to take interest in. But her long black hair and tall thin frame were unique. Large green eyes and smooth cheeks that were Asian, though not really. She saw him and smiled, though it had been at least four years. He had heard she might choose Exeter. She had. She came right over and sat down next to him and said nothing. She just grinned ahead. The movie, a black and white classic, droned on. He leaned over a bit and smelled her neck. She looked at him and he could see her dart in and out as the movie went light then dark. "Can I have some?" she said looking down and up. He gulped, and passed his cup to her and she drank. "And now some bread?" He broked off the bread and fed it to her and the world seem to move away from them. There was no film, no other students, no bread, no wine, just the two of them. He reached up and pushed back her dark hair and smiled. They were in love. They had always been in love and all became quiet like the bottom of a Zen pool and he smelled her again and reached up and drew her into himself and kissed her and she tasted like the sweetest tangerines and smelled of light ginger. He was finally in love and it was a perfect moment that deepened. Then he heard a sound from a distant place that started to grow in intensity. It started low and rumbly and grew more shrill and more loud until it filled the entire hall in an irreversible howl that thundered all around him. The other students fled and Regina left crying. He blinked his eyes. Then again, wide open and saw her, his wife standing over him with a naked child of about 7 months dangling directly over him and the bed and screaching full force. "I want YOU to take care of YOUR child!" she screamed at him, face flushed with fury. "NOW Dylan!" she said. Suddenly the boy quieted down, cooed and started to pee.