She breathed a sense of relief that the island was as sad as she was to part ways.
She looked out at the endless rolling ocean unable to imagine life anywhere else. Fuck. Fuck fuck shitballs.
She sighed her way downstairs and sat at the bar with the boys who worked there. They took turns in trying to make her laugh.
"Ayyyooo Pizza Queen! When you are crying, we are crying!"
A smile cracked through her stubborn melancholy. Her stupid brothers.
She closed her eyes and listened to the waves crashing mixed up with that Hindu prayer Babayya insisted on being played all morning, every morning. The usual thing people do when trying to grasp at precious moments.
"She's been in Hikkaduwa for five weeks and she hasn't seen the turtles! How? Eh, get ready and come to the road." She daren't deny Chanaka Boss.
She knew him well enough by now to realise the tenuous rarity of that command.
She knew him well enough by now to realise the tenuous rarity of that command.
They came back to a flurry of Japo-Singhala babies. Their ruckus drowned out the ticking of the clock; right now there were shells to be found, welli-sand-cakes to be made and sword fights to be had.
Oshi and Baba didn't make a big deal about surprising her with a piece of silver in her last batth-packet.
She spent the day flitting between playing with her babies and bantering with the others. By this point the sun was beaming in all its tropical glory.
Of course it was this way. Of course it would be on her last day when everybody understood that she had somehow become part of the family.
Oshi and Baba didn't make a big deal about surprising her with a piece of silver in her last batth-packet.
She spent the day flitting between playing with her babies and bantering with the others. By this point the sun was beaming in all its tropical glory.
Of course it was this way. Of course it would be on her last day when everybody understood that she had somehow become part of the family.
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