Tina Kennard

“Were the fuck is my USB-stick?” I mumble to myself. Bette is still in bed naked, not ready to wake up.

“Tee, it’s Sunday morning and we have next week off, why on earth do you need that thing?” She shouts to me from the bed, where she’s still lying naked.

“I just need to find and see if Shore is on it.”

“Shore?”

“Latest tiny project. I’m gonna need you by the way, later. It’s about what feeling the shore can bring loose in people – I mean, it is quite fascinating. People go there if they’re lost, they go there with their lover or their family, they go when they’re desperate and when their lives have fallen apart, but the shore will be still there. So I kinda thought I’d do a story of this girl who goes through everything life brings, and always goes back to the shore. No matter what happens, the sea and the beach are there, the waves crash the shoreline, like in your song.”

“Sounds great, honestly, but why now? And what do you need me for?”

I peek my head around the door of my room to see Bette resembling a sausage, rolled up in the comforter.

“I need to take some shots of you at the beach. You’d be perfect for it.”

“What do I get out of it?”

“My eternal love and devotion?”

“Don’t I already have that?”

“Well, yes, but that doesn’t matter. Just do it for me.”

“Sure. Right. But come back to bed, honey. I miss you.”

“I’m right here. The sooner you let me go on searching, the sooner I’m back for sexual favours.”

“Hurry up!”

I think about where the hell it can be. I’ve looked everywhere… wait a second, would it? No. Wait, maybe for some pictures? But he’d ask… well, I can take a look.

I enter Kens room, which is a mess as usual. I go over to his desk. There are magazines all over it. To my surprise there’s a football magazine, he’s never been that interested in that stuff.

I don’t find it and go to his bed – unmade. There’s nothing on it. Knowing how messy he is, I take a look under the bed. I see a tidy pile of magazines and frown my eyebrows.