Theyve had their turn with the beach. The good people of this city with jobs and homes.They swam. Took selfies. Now, we, come out of hiding, scanning the sand for their leftovers. Tom shines his flashlight
«That?»
«keep looking»
Finally, we find something by the waterside: A big wet bag of freedom fries. On the high rocks, we feast together. Then jump into the dark water. We float in silence, city lights reflected on the surface
«Miss it?»
Tom asks.
«No. There was too much pain there. Now, I pity it»
He contemplates my answer.
«Hm» he says, floating carelessly.
«That?»
«keep looking»
Finally, we find something by the waterside: A big wet bag of freedom fries. On the high rocks, we feast together. Then jump into the dark water. We float in silence, city lights reflected on the surface
«Miss it?»
Tom asks.
«No. There was too much pain there. Now, I pity it»
He contemplates my answer.
«Hm» he says, floating carelessly.
