AZANA LAUGHED WICKEDLY as she shoved her husband off the barge.
Darting toward the opposite end, she clutched her sides. Unseen, his hand shot out of the water; seaweed clung to his forehead as he smirked up at her. With a fierce tug and yanked her backwards. Sea water rushed over her.
Gasping on air, she snorted, “What was that for?”
“It’s only fair, my dear,” Alion said in a pedantic tone.
Smiling, he swam one-armed over to her and kissed her. His lips were drench in salt water.
Word Count: 89
Written: 16 May 2015