10 August 2012
Clara stared darkly at the pier before her, bathing in warm sunlight and the smell of the ocean before her. She turned around, glancing over the beach with distain, puffing along on her cigarette, waiting for her son to return with the two beers they had ordered. He soon approached, and sat himself on the wooden circle bench across from her, passing her the tall frosty glass. He smiled, and followed her line of sight to a couple walking on the beach.
"what are you thinking about?" he asked before taking a sip.
"Cassandra." she replied curtly.
"Mother," he sighed with a roll of his eyes. "what happened was no-ones fault. We just drifted apart."
"yes, that I understand. All too well, too. But what about the children?"
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