The swimmer kept doing his laps. The ocean pool, cemented into what was once a rock lagoon, was bitterly cold, and the icy wind only made it more so. But it reminded him of home, and of Neptune.
A woman stood on the shore, a collection of seashells in her hand. By the make up on her face and the blue wig covering a tightly wound bun, she could have been an Actor.
Finally, the swimmer pushed himself up onto the ledge that ran the perimeter of the ocean pool. Looking up as he vigorously rubbed his body dry with a towel, he saw her. A wave and a smile greeted her, and then he was on the footpath winding its way back to the beach.
“Kevin, aren’t you cold?” Brown eyes gave a troubled look at the scantily clad man, as he approached.
“Yeah. A coffee will heat me up.”
Kevin smiled at Katherine, as he started towards the black Volkswagon.
Later, Katherine sat at the Cafe, 2 lattes sitting on the table infront of her.
“They’re cold now. You took too long.”
Kevin’s golden eyes crinkled as he grinned. He pulled out a chair and leaned back.
His eyes were unusual, she had always thought. And so was his obsession with swimming that ocean pool. Katherine had resigned herself to never understanding.
The red headed man across from her, raised the mug to his lips.
“This tracksuit is too warm. Mind if i take off my jumper?”
“No. There’s no one here to see.”
A head emerged as the navy jumper fell to the ground. With his chest bare, he could have been a Greek God.
Sighing, Katherine met his gaze. “You’re crazy. I swear you’re part Mer-man.”
The golden eyes crinkled again as he smiled.
*If only she knew my father* But his smile hid his true thoughts.