from Trevor’s window - a novel in progress

She had been there at the mass rally at the university in the week before the struggle began to overthrow the regime. 

He had been there, too. 

Their voices joined together with the voices of hundreds and thousands of students, campesinos, professors, and rebel leaders and rumbled across the night sky to the furthest reaches of the island. 

"We ask for a fair price for beans and rice!”

“We ask for a fair price for a place to live!”

“We ask for a fair price for shirts and shoes!”

“We ask for schools for our children!”

“We ask for care from doctors and hospitals!”

“We ask for work so we can build up these things for our people!”

“We need them to live!”

“We need them to live!" 

It was then that they had seen each other for the first time. 

Their fists were clenched and raised to the sky.

Their brown eyes glistened under the lights of the stadium where they shouted and sang their hopes and dreams for their country, their poor families, and their people.

Their eyes could not leave each other.

Their hearts could not forget each other.

They knew then that their courage and compassion would draw them together as friends and lovers. 

In those first days, they wondered what it would be like to be with each other, to hunger and thirst for each other’s bodies.

What would it be like to listen to the stories of each other’s  childhoods?

What would it be like to be naked with each other?

What would it be like to know to each other deeply?

They wondered.