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‘Juno.’
‘Hm?’
‘It’s thundering.’ Juno looked up, eyes still clouded with distraction.
‘Oh. Shit.’
‘Mhm! Rain. And it’s lake day. I mean, come on.’ Mila sighed deeply, hair slumping over her face as she crumpled.
‘Can’t the kids still do it?’ Lightning hissed outside, a half-lit firework smouldering above the camp. ‘Ah.’ Juno sat down.
‘Well.‘
‘Well.’
They looked at each other, as if expecting the other to have some sort of epiphany, but they remained, their spirits dampened as thunder crackled, almost mockingly, outside of the cabin.
‘What’s to stop us from going out?’ Mila smiled, slow and languid, her hand stretching towards Juno’s. ‘We’d be fine out there. And we could get some time to relax without, yknow, having to watch campers and stop them drowning.’ Juno’s eyes flickered wistfully out of the window, the immense foolishness of what they were about to do not fully settled in.
‘What do we have to lose? Let’s go.’
The boat was far from stable, the wood old and cracked from however long it had been waiting for someone to drag it out from behind the nurses’ office. They could have sworn that woodlice crawled from it as they carried it, the wood straining from the sudden weight as they clambered in. Still, they were skilled enough, and as they finally laid down in the boat, it was as calm and still as it could be.
Juno’s head rested on Mila’s chest, the wood scratchy and damp as rain began to patter against them. Terrible idea, she thought, as a concerned hum of murmurs faintly rose from the surface. This was so ridiculously dangerous. But as Mila’s heart pounded and thrummed against her ear with quietude and slow, relaxed monotony, the lightning, and rain, and conductivity of the water fully surrounding them, and anything but safety and warmth, seemed very far away.