What A Face

 Kierkegaard has not yet got out of the car.

Come and sit on the sand, says Angelina. Or should we explore the sand dunes?

The sand dunes, says Kierkegaard. 

First let's say hello to Arthur, says Angelina. He's down there at the rocky end.

Kierkegaard can see him, sitting next to Louisa. 

And there's Gaius, poking about in the shale. 

And Terence, nearby, rock hopping.

All right, says Kierkegaard. A quick hello, then the sand dunes.

Sure, says Angelina.

Hello Arthur, says Angelina. Enjoying Emu Bay?

We both are, says Louisa. And so's Gaius. 

How's his indigestion? asks Angelina.

Fine, says Louisa.

Terence runs up.

Where are my peelings?

Louisa had put the orange peel into the orange bag, with the rest of the oranges.

She pulls some peel out.

Yay! says Terence. Are these ones with feelings?

I told you they wouldn't have feelings, says Louisa.

You said peelings with feelings, says Terence. 

I said NOT peelings with feelings, says Louisa.

But that was a poem, says Terence.

A poem? says Angelina. One of Arthur's?

No, says Arthur. My poems don't rhyme.

You look as though you're thinking one up right now, says Angelina.

So he does, says Kierkegaard. What a face. Hello Arthur. Why are you here and not in the burnt regions?

We stopped off here, says Arthur. 

We may be here longer than we planned, says Louisa. Look at Gaius. He's completely engrossed.

I'm leaving, says Arthur. As soon as Louisa wipes that orange thing off her nose.

Shizz! says Louisa. Is that still there?

You're leaving Gaius and Terence behind? says Angelina. 

YES! says Terence. I'm staying! There's a playground at the end of the beach!

Am I leaving too? asks Louisa.

If you want, says Arthur. They'll catch up later.

Cool! says Louisa.

Arthur stands up.

Should we tell Gaius? asks Louisa.

Terence will, says Arthur. 

He starts walking towards his bicycle.

Louisa follows.

What an unreliable young man Arthur turned out to be, says Angelina. Come, Soren, let's explore the sand hills.

Wait for me, says Terence. I have to pick up my peelings.