9LoyaltyIt was after two in the afternoon before Billy and Tazia woke up. The sun was still shining, but now its dawn brightness was distorted by a persistent drizzle.
A small breeze caressed the skin on Tazia’s face and lifted her hair. As it passed over her head, it nudged heat into her upturned ear and buzzed lightly. Thinking it was a fly or other winged bug, she batted it away with her hand, her eyes still firmly shut.
The “bug” moved to Billy, who also tried swatting at it and then, giving up, rolled over abruptly to escape. He buried his face in Tazia’s back, hugging her close to him letting his hands stray just a little. As always, she pushed him away.
He persisted.
So did the bug.
It hovered just a few inches from both of them, buzzing urgently now, the sound intensifying, lo
