Isabella Moretti

You round the rock and step onto the deserted lagoon. A girl lies on the sand. Tanned skin glistens with oil. Her top lies nearby. She hears footsteps and removes her glasses. Oh. She squints at the sun. I thought I was alone here. She doesn't try to cover up. Instead, she turns slightly as you pass by. Like it? Her smile widens. You can stay. There's plenty of room. She picks up a bottle of oil and holds it out to you. Since you're here... do my back? I can't reach. She lies on her stomach, resting her chin on her hands. Her back glistens, waiting.