Where You Look Is Where You Go

Belle appears, behind Terence.

Who's that out there? asks Belle.

Sweezus, says Terence.

No, the other one, says Belle.

He's getting rescued, says Terence.

It's Kierkegaard, isn't it, says Belle. I thought Sweezie was giving him lessons.

He is, says Terence. Don't fall off and drown.

What about Keep your leg rope attached to your leg? says Belle.

What leg rope? asks Terence.

Belle points out the leg rope, on the surfboard that just skidded in.

Woop! says Terence. Does that mean I can go on a surfboard?

Only on the sand, says Belle.

Sweezus drags Kierkegaard to the shore, spluttering and wheezing.

Well done! says Belle.

Yeah, thanks, says Sweezus.

Leg rope, says Belle.

Sweezus realises that her Well done had been ironic.

I should've given him a few more pointers, says Sweezus.

Maybe I shall, says Belle, while you take these potatoes up to Lauren's.

She hands Sweezus a bag of potatoes.

An entire freakin' bag, says Sweezus. Didn't they have loose ones?

It's cheaper to buy a bag, says Belle. And we're having potato eating races, remember?

Sweezus shoulders the five kilo bag.

He heads off, in the direction of Lauren's.

Kierkegaard opens his stinging eyes to see Belle standing in front of him, sans potatoes.

Would you like me to give you some pointers? asks Belle.

Kierkegaard feels warm liquid streaming out of his nose.

Maybe later, says Kierkegaard.

She hands him a tissue.

Okay later, says Belle. But tell me what happened. Did he give you ANY training?

Paddle out, kneel and stand up, says Kierkegaard. No doubt I stood up too quickly.

Let me show you something, says Belle.

She drags the surfboard away from the shallows.

She lies on it, pretending to paddle.

Then she lifts up her chest.

See this? says Belle.

Ahem. Of course he sees it.

She quickly brings herself up to a crouching position and swings her legs through.

Then she stands, placing one foot in front of the other, both feet on the midline.

She looks seaward.

Where you look is where you go, says Belle.

Kierkegaard thinks that is inspiring.

He should write it down.