The sun slowly cooks the tiles on the roof where I lie, listening to the gentle slosh of seawater lap against the upper storey.
I'm dreaming of Mei again. Waking up to the smells of fresh coffee and tea in the kitchen. Uptown Girl playing on her phone. She's about to walk back with the drinks.
The calm is broken by the splutter and hum of a motorboat.
Man, UnliddedBy Joey Jones
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This is the roof of the only home I've known. Most of the adjacent houses slope off into the water. The attic skylight is open. I can hear the boat over at the pub, a few houses north.
This is the roof of the only home I've known. Most of the adjacent houses slope off into the water. The attic skylight is open. I can hear the boat over at the pub, a few houses north.