It was under the enormous sky, our last dance. There was little else, just us and all that blue. We talked of urgent things, of course we did. But it wasn’t one of those preposterously heavy conversations about love, and what it all means. We did not wallow in goodbye.
You know, at first, I wasn’t even sure you called. It was hot, you remember, and there was that wind. There always is when it’s hot like that. Heat rising from the land, and cooler air rushing in, the sea breeze, it makes quite a sound. The gulls were screaming, but then gulls always scream, they’re in a constant state of panic, gulls. There was, too, the roll of pebbles, raked and clawed by the waves, like a grinding of…
