Aquatic Artillery
By Amber June
They danced through the night as she turned her ipod on. Their movements mimicked those of a highschool prom and the 60’s soul music replicated that of another moment in time yet the 20 somethings could never really understand the former generations’ pull of importance on shaping their interpretations of life.
When they returned home, they stayed up. They listened to more contemporary music and discussed matters that tiptoed along the lines of insulting but never quite broke the eggshells they were walking on. Then he saw them, the water guns. He picked one up slyly so she wouldn’t notice his malicious endeavor. He quietly went to the bathroom to fill it up.
She was dancing in the other room, and he came up from behind the corner of the door and began shooting her in the face. his shot was dead on and began to saturate her fluffy blond coiffure. The shock of the cold water interrupted her dance moves and she began to run and hide.
In her shock and excitement she jumped to cover herself and grabbed the only thing she saw, which were the pillows laying around disruptively due to the love they had been making all day. She picked up the massive square couch pillow and chucked it at him in her avengeful defense.
Strike one. She saw that it worked and began grabbing every pillow she could, throwing and tossing everything to prohibit his aquatic artillery. It was in her desperation and movement to find new pillows that she saw it, the other water pistol. She snatched it as fast as she could and bolted to the bathroom, slamming the door behind her and pushing the lock button instinctually, quicker than she could think about it.
She filled it to the brim and became a spy like the video games she used to play when she was 14 at her friends house. She would keep up with the boys and their video games, smoking pot and playing ‘license to kill’ for hours on end. She was reliving the moment now. Creeping from behind the door, she held her pistol up and gazed cautiously behind the door. No sign of him. She lept to the next safe place, covered the barracks and her tracks until she noticed where he was hiding. She ran and shot him accurately in the face before he could retaliate. Until this point he was unaware that she had found the other gun. Shocked and now soaked, he began chasing her around his apartment. He fully engaged the espionage that ensued for the next several minutes. Back and forth they shot and covered, laughily being competitive.
He finally caught up to her and grabbed her in an affectionate bear hug. They tumbled to the ground, and as she lay beneath him, he began kissing her. They began making love again.importance on shaping their interpretations of life.