“You’re …you’re alive?” Eric sat upright and rubbed his eyes while Marine sighed. Leaving his side, she began collecting the pears again. “Marine, is that really you?” Eric continued and swept his gaze down her body. Her side sketch seemed unfamiliar, rather different than what he had seen during their academic years. Marine’s hair was left open, cascading down her back. Her rolled sleeves exposed her delicate fair hands as they picked the pears strewn around.
Glancing at him from the corner of her eyes, she caught him staring at her and flinched. “What?” she enquired questioning and adjusted her shirt.
Eric shifted his gaze away and looked around. “Where are we?” he asked in his typical Scottish accent and squint his eyes as the sun’s blinding rays fell over his face.
“What does it lo
