Now I am smoking a cigarette in the garden. Stars gleam dully in the night sky. Ian and Nina cuddle on the sofa, her head resting on his chest. Occasionally he strokes her forearm. Her eyes close and she settles into a doze. He shifts uncomfortably, and changes the television channel.
The garden is damp and overgrown. Cats howl at each other in the darkness. I wonder if cats howl near Carmella’s house. There are probably exotic things like monkeys or fruit bats or opossums in the Philippines. I imagine Carmella sitting at a wooden table, the room filled with warm yellow light, head resting on her hand as she listens to the sound of her family moving around. Her face is sad, like a derelict cottage in the country with broken window panes and peeling paint.
The garden is damp and overgrown. Cats howl at each other in the darkness. I wonder if cats howl near Carmella’s house. There are probably exotic things like monkeys or fruit bats or opossums in the Philippines. I imagine Carmella sitting at a wooden table, the room filled with warm yellow light, head resting on her hand as she listens to the sound of her family moving around. Her face is sad, like a derelict cottage in the country with broken window panes and peeling paint.
Hello, my name is Jack Sparrow. I'm a 50 year old self-employed Pirate from the Caribbean.
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