Fantasy Island

James and Sarah stared out over the lake, the only noise the pigeons' coo. Content in the company, Sarah eventually broke the silence.

"You know," she said. "I swam to that island once."

"Really?”

“I was sitting here minding my own business and this rabid pigeon comes at me for my sandwich. I had no choice but to dive in the lake and swim for my life.”

James smiled, shook his head, and turned to Sarah.

“You might actually have,” he said.

“Nope. But I would.”

“I have no doubt.” They kissed, held hands, and watched the water some more.