I blinked and the firework was a flower on the back of my eye, evening star soaring as the moon sank beyond the town wall. Where the sea had been this morning was deep nothingness, holding glassy afloat the lights of the outgoing boats. A moment, and the moon.
Castro
The Legend of Castro
The northerly breeze gently rolled the screen
while the Turks waited for the scirocco
to bring them to land.
Things I saw each day, running from Castro to Marittima (and back)
Day 1: Dog, snake, dog cat dog
Day 2: Dog, dog, snake dog dog
Day 3: Sheep, sheep, sheep, sheepdog
Day 4: The car that nearly hit me
Day 5: Flies, more flies, dead badger
Day 6: Dog, dog, flies, dead badger still there, flies, sheep, sheepdog in the distance
Day 7: The car
