Jack sat with Amber on the edge of the beach where the water met the sand. It was dark but still he could see her eyes burning in the night like diamonds. They were so high. She had wanted to go swimming naked. Jack had never seen her naked before and when she mentioned it his mind reacted as though it were Christmas morning and he was five again. But not wanting to betray his eagerness at the anticipation of seeing that curvy tan body in the buff, he had played it off with an air of indifference.
“I don’t know, he had told her, the water might be kinda cold. But if you really want to…”
He had drove like a maniac to get to the lake wondering if that was a slight smile on the edges of her mouth as the trees whipped by outside of the car. When they had arrived they got high and he relished the sense of clarifying distortion almost as much as the thought of her naked body. When they were done she had a foot in the water and her shirt was coming off, until a truck pulled up and parked close to where they were. And now some guy was sitting not twenty feet from them doing something to a rather large fish he had caught.
“What the fuck is he doing? Go away already,” Jack kept thinking. Her hand was on his thigh and that sensation along with the cool water lapping at his legs intensified his high to a precise sharp-tipped point.
“Jack,” she asked.
“Why do we only smile when we’re high?”
Jack saw that the man had pulled a folding lawn chair out of the back of his truck and was going to continue playing with his fish far into the night. “Because the world is cruel,” he answered.