Devonne Brown

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“Would Madam like another Maitai?” the waiter in the pool at Sandals asked? Isla had swum up to the bar again. She’d been drinking them since the bar opened, it was three o’clock, and she was sunburned, half drunk, and pissed off. 

“Yes, please,” she answered, and took a seat on a stool attached to the bar. She sat, half submerged in the water and glared at the beach where Sam was wind surfing. Why did he have to do everything so well? He made it look effortless. She could windsurf too, but she’d love to see him fall off that board, get tangled in the sail, and eaten by a shark right about now. 

He’d broken up with her this morning over breakfast. She ordered poached eggs on toast with a side of watermelon, and he’d ordered eggs benedict. They both had coffee. When she salted the watermelon he lost his  mind.

“What the fuck are you doing? I hate salt on watermelon. You just ruined it. You ruin everything. Only low class, trashy people put salt on watermelon. What if I wanted to eat some of that?” he said.

“I didn’t know we were sharing this watermelon. You should have ordered some if you wanted it.” she replied. “What’s wrong with you? You’ve been on edge for the last two days.”

“It doesn’t matter. I’m done. This vacation was a last ditch effort to save this relationship anyway. You just kicked the last straw out from under it. You’re nothing but trash. Salt on watermelon. What kind of person does that, anyway?” Sam was livid. He threw his napkin right in the middle of his eggs benedict and got up and left. 

Isla couldn’t believe what had just happened. She salted her watermelon and Sam lost his mind. Something else had to be going on here. She had no idea what was in his head or who she’d been sleeping with now, but apparently, the next three days were going to be weird between the two of them.

She blinked back tears, took a couple more sips of coffee and went up to their room where Sam was storming around throwing stuff into his suit case. “You’ve got the room to yourself now. I’ll see you on the plane.” 

“Don’t you even want to talk about…”

Sam cut her off, “No, when I can’t stand the little things, they grow into big things. It’s best to call it. There’s no way I can love you, or even like you. Enjoy the rest of your vacation and your life.”