The moon is yellow tonight, she said. Kind of hazy. Wonder what they’re doing up there? She looked at him. You ever think about that?

I look at the sun, he told her. Big burning ball, both laughed. Think about who is burning there. Robbers, murderers, rapists, C.E.O.’s, criminals of  all kinds. Probably me some day. When it’s all over.

Really?

Yep. That’s where Hell is. A constant fire that never goes out. He drank from his Coke can and threw it in the trash.

I don’t believe you, the wife said. She moved in closer to her lover’s side. None of us are going to Hell. Or, we’ve already gone through it here on earth.

Her side piece laughed. Is that what you think?

Yes. She put her arms around him. Kissed him. That’s what I think. She pouted.

You don’t know what hell is. You think this life is hell. He squeezed her. It’s not. I mean, terrible things can happen. In this life. Horrible. But, it’s not Hell.

It’s the sun?

Afraid so. A constant reminder from God to be good. Or, you’ll burn for eternity.

On the sun?

Yeah.

You think we’re going to Hell?

I think we all are. Name one good person.

I think we’re good people.

We cheat on our spouses, Joan. How’s that good?

I don’t know. We’re both giving something to each other.

Sex, Joan. Pure fornication, he laughed. She smiled. Held him closer.

Let’s go back to the hotel and make love.

OK.

They walked off the beach. Hand in hand. The moon was fading away. The two stopped in the parking lot and watched the sunrise.