Do unto others…


She felt a fizz of excitement, like an electric shock running through her body. What had felt overwhelming just moments before now seemed quite manageable.

Rayne had been in this position before. Why had she felt so trapped? Cape Town wasn’t the only place to live. She could move to Durban. The sea was a significant part of her life now she was reluctant to return to concrete and landscaped gardens. The constant humming in her head had confused her but that was starting to fade. She would move and leave it all behind. Like before. Disappearing had solved the problem of Kevin.

The cave wall was cool against her hand and the rumble of the ocean was background music. Her mood had fluctuated the last few days but today she felt more optimistic. She pushed aside the recurring vision of Jake lying in that awkward position on the floor of their apartment. She hadn’t hit him hard although the vase had shattered scattering glass all over the parquet floor. The shards were like diamonds catching the light from the huge picture window that had sold the flat to them both. She had panicked and run to the only place that felt safe.

Jake had brought her here right in the beginning. They met two years ago only a day after she arrived in Cape Town and the sea was thrilling and foreign. He had crossed through a throng of people on the beach to introduce himself to her. He had pursued her and looked intently into her eyes and said she was beautiful.

Perhaps they had moved in together too quickly? He changed when all he had to do was roll over in the bed to find her. She only wanted to be noticed, acknowledged. Was that too much to ask? But he had sneered, his lips curling in that dismissive way he had. High maintenance, he called her and then he turned away. It was instinct to grab the vase. Kevin had been the same. She chose the wrong people every time. Or maybe she was too eager when they chose her? Next time she will be elusive and make them work harder for her.

The cave was a good place to think. The rhythm of the waves soothed like a mantra and she felt rejuvenated. She repacked her beach tog bag, hitching it over her shoulder. The scramble up the steep path took all her attention so the two burly men holding badges out in front of them startled her. Her car was bathed in oily sunlight behind them but they barred the way.

She smiled and flicked her coppery hair over her shoulder. The men looked disconcerted and shuffled nervously.

“How can I help you fellows?” She said.

“You need to come with us to the station, miss.” They said in unison.

“Okay. You can tell me why in the car.” She said and smiled again. She had been in this situation many times before and always got out of it. There was no reason why she shouldn’t again.