Content: Arthur/Louis Bloom

Lou peels an orange with his fingers, tearing apart the leathery flesh and letting the pieces fall to the ground. He's sitting with his back against the narrow trunk of a palm tree and Arthur is beside him with his arms wrapped around his drawn up legs. Far off in the distance two men play chess on a board laid out in the sand. They're too close to the tideline and the game is a precarious, vaguely frantic act, as if they're trying to finish before the ocean swallows them whole.

"Do you like to play chess, Arthur?" Lou asks.

Arthur shakes his head. "I don't know how to play. But I like the pieces. We had a nice set for a while - something someone had left behind. It was red and blue instead of black and white. As we moved from place to place it slowly disappeared, but I kept the horses. I liked them. Their colors. They felt good to hold."

"The horses are called knights," Lou says. He separates an orange segment from the others and passes it to Arthur. Its softness carries the warmth of the sun and the heat of his hands.

"I know... I just like to call them horses."

Lou feeds Arthur the orange piece by piece, until there's nothing left. They watch as the tide sweeps in and drenches the two men in salt water before carrying their board out to sea.